T.I. — 99 Problemz But Lil Flip Aint One Freestyle

[T.I. talking] Live and direct from the traps of the A-town, nigga West side, Bankhead, nigga Pimp Squad Clique, nigga Grand Hustle, pimp Say I'm mad, huh? Your faggot ass gon' be mad in a minute (Sissy ass nigga) (Hey, let's go, nigga) I'mma hit your faggot ass in the mouth when I see ya, nigga Fuck what you heard, homie, leprechaun ass nigga King of the place called home of the bass He emerged at the trap, from the zone of the flake Caught a case, and he still keep a chrome on his waist For the haters in the face gettin' thrown in the way Like a pussy nigga named Lil' Wesley, tryna test me On your best behavior what your faggot ass best be Choose words carefully when you address me You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me (Or else) or else you get wet like a jet ski Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me Say I wanna rap on your songs but you ain't let me See you on the front of The Source, like that upset me Fuck you in the ass, I ain't mad 'bout shit Try Tip, shot quick, that's all your ass gon' get And I ain't finna put a mask on, Flip I'mma empty out the clip and your ass gon' flip Bet your mom and your dad gon' trip But them the consequences try to mash on Tip Nigga, lyrically I'll murk you, physically I'll hurt you You ain't never ran the streets, you had a curfew Pussy nigga playing with me, you'll be in the dirt soon Look you in the eye see you sweet like perfume (muah) So go on, keep running you dick suckers I'mma swing, show the world that you just a big sucker Daddy shoulda got some head, bet he wish he woulda worn rubber But he didn't, so now I guess the world gotta suffer You the kind of wanksta, gangsta's done had enough of So I'mma take pride when I ride through and bust you Tip will be the reason for the saddest day your momma seen When I let this K slay a nigga like the Drama King Better find a nigga to try, nigga I ain't the one I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey) I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one This pussy nigga wanna beef well he find him some I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey) I said, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one Fuck, boy you wanted beef, well you found you some I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one [Lil Flip] Scarface the king of the South [T.I.] Pussy nigga, shut the fuck up I'm cool with Face and even he know that you're a sucker Paul Wall runnin' Texas along with Slim Thug Mike Jones, ESG, and Z-Ro some real hustlers Never been a Botany Boy, you just a buster Never been seen outside on the Southside Sucka nigga puttin' on like you run shit After Third go to jail with this leprechaun shit Half the time you don't like what I'm saying then buck Nigga, swing when you see me, nigga, I don't give a fuck! Cause I know you just a lame and your partners ain't tough Know your aim ain't shit and know your fight game suck So I couldn't image you what G's would wanna listen to Just some kids, women, and a lot of homosexuals I'm a stand up guy man I'm into principle All you do is lie, and everything you say is fictional I demand my respect, I'll die about that But I'mma hit you with the tek, and let you lie about that So keep me out your raps or this shit ain't done I got 99 Problems, Lil Flip ain't one (come on) I say, 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one Pussy nigga wanted beef well he found him some I got 99 probelms, Lil Flip ain't one [T.I. talking] Lil who? Say fuck, nigga I heard you talking about me, nigga You wanna see me, nigga? Come see me, nigga ATL, Westside, Zone 1, you understand that, nigga? (Bankhead) Mattafact, I'll come see you, nigga In the suburban area of Houston, nigga, I know you can't come to the city, nigga Fuck boy Nigga, wasn't you a janitor in highschool? You sucka ass nigga, you thought we forgot? Nigga Hump said he made you put on the mothafucking leprechaun suit, nigga You talkin' bout you got rich off that shit, nigga You ain't even get no car nigga till this next album (You lil' bow tie wearing ass nigga) And it's leased too, nigga You better not go over 20,000 miles, nigga, that's fifteen hundred extra You know what I'm saying, you sucka ass nigga (Top hat wearing ass nigga) Nigga, how I'm livin'? Nigga what? Nigga, nigga You rented that mo'fucking house in Galveston, nigga for six thousand, nigga You think I didn't know about that, don't ya, nigga? I'mma expose yo' pussy ass nigga You ho ass nigga Wait till I see ya, I'mma slap you in them white gold teeth you got nigga That ain't no mothafucking platinum, 30 g's my ass, nigga (ha) Nigga, you must've forgot, nigga, Paul Wall made grills, nigga, that's my mothafucking partner, nigga 30 g's my mothafucking ass, nigga I'mma get a grill, nigga, just to show yo' motherfucking ass what 30 g's look like Fuck boy (ha) Lil Flip, man, how dare you, for real, man King of the mothafucking South, nigga The audacity of this ho nigga, man can you believe it? Lil Flip, man, will you get me one of them bow tie's and one of them top hats, nigga, please, I need one A glitter bow ties, and one of them top hats I want... This halloween I wanna be the leprechaun, this halloween Could I please get a glitter bow tie and a top hat, please? And my very own pot of gold to squat over like a little bitch, you sucka ass sweet boy nigga Nigga, I'll mothafucking beat yo' ass, man You gon' make a nigga do somethin' to yo' little pussy ass Keep on talkin', nigga I'm done with you for now, nigga, I'll be back, though I'm done with you for the moment Ha (gunshot) [Lil Flip] And I'll adore you, I'll treat you like milk I'll do nothing but spoil you