Artist: Sqad Up f/ Lil' Flip Album: Now or Never Song: Headachin' Typed by: mitchellandness1@yahoo.com [Intro: J. Gudda] Get a crack of that, the headache Crack Tracks, yea-yea-whoa-yea yea - It's Sqad Up, Double G yea Nut da Kidd, Lil' Flip - lets do it yea - lets do it - yea - yea they ain't ready for this one-yea-yea [J. Gudda] yea - Gudda Gudda do his thang in here 24 inch ankles make the pavement crankle Bang you, with that .8 - watch his face get wrinkle Bitch make way for a gangsta - Double G I aim k's blaze your face in trouble me I got the whole hood - loving me Cause I'm a young fuckin' G Money Young'n team, hustle hard for the green Come through, leaning in that muscle car 23's Mr. SQ - thats who I be You can't stop the kid - I'm the new Ali Whoa - lil' wo' flow hard like ol' school cars School nigga bought my bars from '02 Rod I come through in a porsche with no top Rocking SQ wear, Air Force's with no socks Boy, I'ma Hot Boy, nah I'ma Sqad boy SQ mob boy - all the time hot boy [Hook 2x - J. Gudda + Lil' Flip] [G] We hustlin' [F] We grindin' [G] We stack chips [F] We shinnin' [G] We blingin' [F] Y'all blinkin' [G] Ya achin' (Ya headachin') [Lil' Flip] I'ma stop on you block in my drop top pancake 80 carats in the clover, got your headachin' 23's on the rover got my wheels scrapin' 2 million records later and these niggaz still hatin' But I'm prepared for the streets, so I ride with my heat You fuck around and get'cho dumb ass beat Yea - its Clover G's and the Sqad boy I'm like Rap-a-lot - I'm rollin' with a hard boy Yea you better believe it - I ride with my people - fa sho You play with my money - I'll kick your knee and your door The bigger they are - the harder they fall But now-a-days the younger they are - the harder they ball C'mon, I know you think we just rap about ice and How we bang different chicks every night I'm cake-upped once the pies - get baked up It's Flip - Nut and Gudda - we live the life of a hustler [Hook] [Peanut Flame aka Nut Da Kidd] 20 gram wrapped 'round my wrist purchase I, throw my George Gervin jersey out on purpose I, hit the mall just before I hit the surface Then I, hit'cha broad for some early morning service Yea, born Curtis you done seen me before I'm moving fast - I'ont be on the road I'll be on that roll yea Hood miss me cause I be on the road They understand I'm just busy my dough My streets or the code - yea Ghetto fabolous though I'm above average Still rock my 10 dollar 9th Ward necklace Still roaming the streets like I ain't a investment Your eyeing my possession - but my eye in my possession Yea sometimes a no protection Man thats just the kind of respect that I get I'm the kidd-kidd, like these people just behind - but I'm not scurred Cause they just following me to my concert [Hook]