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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Car Show (2005)
(feat. Maino)
[Verse 1: Maino] I Come From A Broken Home Had To Hold My Own I Was 14 Dawg In The Cold Alone Had To Eat I Stol The Streets Got My Soul They Keep Tellin Me That I Aint Gon Live To Be Grown Couldnt Sleep At Home When The Beef Was On Had To Man Up Strap Up Keep The Chrome Alota My Friends Is Gone Gotta Keep It Gon Im On The Back Block Sellin Crack Rocks Its Sold Guess My Momma Was High Cause My Father Was High So Im Twistin Up Weed Nigga Im Gettin High See The Look In My Eyes Im Just Tryin To Survive Im Still Runnin Cops Comin Tryin To Swallow My Lies But Im Still Gettin Mines Ratts Still Droppin Dimes Oh Lord Keep It Real In These Streets Im Tryin Man Im Far From A Giant Wit The Heart Of A Lion Wont Bend Wont Fold Till The Day I Die [Chorus:] Im A Grindin Do What I Have To Im A Kill Nigga If I Have To Definition Of A Thug Whatever Happens It'll Just Happen I Aint No Snitch I Aint Rattin Definition Of A Thug All I Want Is Mines And Stacks Day Dreamin Wit That 9 On My Lap Definition Of A Thug Till The Day The Lord Come For Me Even If The World Dont Love Me Definition Of A Thug [Verse 2: Maino] Look How Its Real Ya'll Cant See The Moon From Inside Of My Cell Bars Im In Jail Ya'll Wit Muslums And Real Gods Bloods And Niggas That Know Real Hard At Times It Feels Hard I Ask If Its Still God Nigga Front And Imma Hit His Neck Wit A Steel Rod Im Goin Home Ya'll Sometimes It Feels Far No Matter How U Look In My Face Im Still Scared Im Comin Back Down Like I Wasnt Trapped Now Let The Whole Hood Know This Nigga Is Back Now Its Goin Back Down My Yankee Cap Down Niggas Shitted On Me Lets See How They Act Now Came To Crack Down Back Wit A Gat Now Run Up On Niggas Just To Her It Go Rrrrrat Now I Wont Back Down I Cant Rat How Nigga Im A Thug Betta Check My Backround [Chourus] [Verse 3: Maino] Yo Look What I Been Threw More Than U Been Threw Take A Look At Me And Understand My Mentals Niggas Will Bend U Four From Singles Thats What They Call All That Evil That Men Do Im So Sinful The Shit That Im Into None Of These Rappers Ever Been Where I Been To Thug Aint In U So Dont Pretend To Im The Definition Of A Dude That'll End You. |
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(feat. Dr. Dre)
[Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, whattup Northeast Bronx? This ya nigga Dre, in here with my nigga, Funk Flex America's hottest, what? You know how he do his thang Hot97, Power106, MTV, The Tunnel, what? My nigga doin' big things, and you know what? Turn up your motherfucking volume cause it's about to happen 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume IV Holdin down the motherfucking DJ crown Do that shit Flex [Funkmaster Flex] (Dr. Dre) WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW 'BOUT IT NIGGA?!?! (Hahaha) BACK THE FUCK UP!! I GOT THIS!! BE CLEAR!! WE TAKING NO FUCKING SHIT!! DON'T FUCK!! [Dr. Dre] Some of that, yeah, yeah, some of that Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all (y'all) [Switches to Funkmaster Flex f/ DMX's "Do You"] |
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(feat. GangStarr)
[Funkmaster Flex scratchin] [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" - [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" [?] "Funkmaster" [Redman] "Flex" [Redman] "Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Flex] "Volume-volume-volume three" [Guru] If I was a ballplayer, then I would dunk on ya faster But since I'm a trackslayer, I fuck with Funkmaster Premier lace the beat, so it can bump faster Gurizzi, on Volume Thrizi, I gets busy Since the days of the Quarters, Union Square, and the Castle Been known to hold my own, if you give me a hassle Rassle with this MC here, on the mic Niggaz know they ain't prepared for the fight Talk about your skills all day, I'm still bored You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for You build your rep, off the next man's style Played the role, and stole the page out the next man's file You can't test, one of the best, in this art form Ain't toleratin blatant disrespect for this art form Whether or not I make a track to keep the charts warm I come to do a show, pros and hoes, know it's on From BK to Uptown, and all around See how easy, they all fall down While suckers go off, and show off, I throw your whole bluff off That semi old school rapper that you grown up off Come off the top rope, just like the Junkyard Dog To the mat, with my ill kid form of rap Take that, what I just spat, and then store that Just like on a Pentium with CD-rom and all that Fly shit, that we create, just like that We great like that, straight like that GangStarr, y'knowhatI'msayin? Funkmaster Flex Now till forever baby [Funkmaster Flex scratchin] [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Nas] "Funkmaster" - ?"Flex" [Redman] "Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Flex] "Volume-volume-volume three" [Flex] Yeah, uhh, yeah, what, what |
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from Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape Vol.3/ 60 Minutes Of Funk (2001)
House OF Pain - Jump Around
Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump (18x) I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Chorus I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya Chorus Jump (32x), |
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Lay ya hammer (lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid) They want the drama bring it to 'em F**k 'em Ghostface: All rise meet the preacher this pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic keptic I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat What Method Man: Is it raw now Change it around It's war now The final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with 'Ma Baker Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Freedom come meet your maker Inspektah Deck: Yo Another sound boy's dyin' Crowd noise multiplyin' Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women I smile with the sinister grin and finish him You're f**kin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your hollywood hat U-God: Yo Yo Yo The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning Supreme being being all that I can being Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver Fly sunny cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill Raekwon: It's all gravy We floatin' through like the British navy Fresh design lady love the fade keep it wavy The mix drink - throw the dick in the drink Play it baby girl caught ya Exotic album Cuban Link Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please Ya'll niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees Gza: Yo High ranked officials and armed tanks and missles Blood drizzle simple fact you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas Rza fine tune it shippin' meal units MC's ask, who be those rhyme killers in masks? No doubt difficult task to last in the square Beware infinte amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious no opponents and blast through components And microphones watch the whole world live the moment Anything anti that came approachin' this Incapable lust speech remains motionless Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (Lay ya hammer kid) Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) |
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(Rampage)
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return Uh (Busta) Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All my real live women throw your hands up All my real strong bustas throw your hands up All my real live players throw your hands up Hah! (Rampage) Check it out, like this y'all The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest Love success, I'm gettin money progress Travellin for free from state to state That's how I get my idea to create I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been FUBU I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone Keep low like an Eskimo Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do' It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore Givin you more and more I just came home from tour It's my time to burn to explore I'm comin through the floor with Low X I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks I'm the baddest man on the wax Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks Flipmode deep we bring good things to light Put down your gun and light I'm in it to win it plus I'm wildin for da night (Busta) All my muthaf**kas in the place to be you feel right, throw your hands up WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight Serious let's get busy cause we WILD FOR DA NIGHT My Flipmode niggas gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in New York gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT My niggas in the West gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT |
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from Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape Vol.2 (2001)
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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