Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Flip on You [*]’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
50, uh
ScHoolboy Q
Haha
Smiling?
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon’ make me flip this knife out do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me-you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you ain’t gon’ be moving when this clip is through!
N****, I’m the one that bought all them b****es out
Got a G-A-T this MVP don’t run his mouth, n****
You gon’ make me fill this clip for you
You gon’ make me unload then reload ’em number 2
N****, I’ve been known to get them Oxys off
I believe in God, but cross my heart this knock go off
N****, I’m from the Mecca of the Groove
The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
Live my life behind the rules
Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
Bounce spring over the gate, didn’t get caught
I guess my escape, n**** was fate
I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
Now it’s, back to adding, points to the crime rate
Get slumped in your drive way
You gon’ make me hurt your boy
You gon’ make me put that work in boy
You gon’ make me get to murkin’ boy
Smiling?
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon’ make me flip this knife out do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me-you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you ain’t gon’ be moving when this clip is through!
Focus on money, I’m in and out a** fast
She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
Apparently, your b**** a** ain’t acting right
N****s killed your man, you ain’t gon’ get him back?
What? You is tired out? Why you ain’t get around to that?
You wonder, I travel, I have a destination
I’ll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
My style? It’ll never die, boy I’m immortal
You shoot me down, I’ll get back up and keep coming for you
Man on fire, hitman for hire
Them n****s got happy they thought I was gon’ retire
Now they b**** giving me head, I’m the man, a man admires
What’s up?
Smiling?
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon’ make me flip this knife out do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me-you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some s*** to you!
N**** you gon’ make me Flip On You!
N**** you ain’t gon’ be moving when this clip is through!