The Take Over Lil' Flip

(*talking*)
Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G
To get on the H.S.E. album mayn
(I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him
Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack)
Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha

[Hook]
Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit
Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit
R-E double D, we running this rap shit
Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit

[Lil' Flip]
The take over, yeah the break's over
I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover
And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear
Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career
I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me
Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free
Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame
You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine
You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop
Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac
You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all
Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall
You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label
You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator
Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song
But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone
You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook
But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook
And you are, so laaaame
Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game
You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South
Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss
Then you returned, with the Living Dead
But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead