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Funkmaster Flex - Lupe Fiasco
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Wu-tang Cream Team Line Up - Wu-tang Clan, Harlem Hoodz - Funkmaster Flex
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Words Are Weapons - Funkmaster Flex
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Everyday & Everynight - Yvette Michelle - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Canibus - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Busy Bee - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Boot Camp Clik - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - - Funkmaster Flex
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Flex Outro - Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex
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Flashlight - Parliament - Funkmaster Flex
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Fine Line - Saukrates - Funkmaster Flex
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Fine Line - Funkmaster Flex
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Feelin The Hate - Ja Rule & The Murderers - Funkmaster Flex
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Feelin The Hate - Funkmaster Flex
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Back To Life - Soul Ii Soul - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Ras T - Funkmaster Flex
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Prime Time - Tha Alkaholiks, Xzibit - Funkmaster Flex
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The Wickedest - Dj Mister Cee - Funkmaster Flex
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The Needle - Nature - Funkmaster Flex
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That Shit - Jd, A Tribe Called Quest - Funkmaster Flex
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Talkin' Shit - Veronica Webb & J.d. - Funkmaster Flex
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Sucker Mc's - Run Dmc - Funkmaster Flex
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Show Down - Buckshot & Q-tip - Funkmaster Flex
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Show Down - Funkmaster Flex
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Rush - Funkmaster Flex
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Rockin It - Lil' Kim - Funkmaster Flex
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Release Yo Delf - Method Man - Funkmaster Flex
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Put Your Hammer Down - Wu-tang Clan - Funkmaster Flex
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Rush - Lady Luck - Funkmaster Flex
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Thug Anthem 2000 - Funkmaster Flex
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Thug Anthem 2000 - Crooklyn Clan - Funkmaster Flex
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You Will Never Find - In Essence - Funkmaster Flex
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You Will Never Find - Funkmaster Flex
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Wild For The Night - Rampage - Funkmaster Flex
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What Son What - Capone-n-noreaga - Funkmaster Flex
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What Son What - Funkmaster Flex
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Uhhnnh - Bad Seed - Funkmaster Flex
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Tudunn Tudunn Tudunn (Make U Jump) - Funkmaster Flex
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Time 4 Sum Aksion - Redman - Funkmaster Flex
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Thug Brothers - Big Punisher & Noreaga - Funkmaster Flex
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Thug Brothers - Funkmaster Flex
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Prime Time - Funkmaster Flex
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Peter Piper - Run-d.m.c. - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Rasta T - Funkmaster Flex
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I Don't Care - Jadakiss - Funkmaster Flex
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I Don't Care - Funkmaster Flex
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How Would You Like It? - Funkmaster Flex
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Hip Hop Hooray - Naughty By Nature - Funkmaster Flex
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Here We Go - Khadejia, Pras, Product, 'clef - Funkmaster Flex
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Here We Come - Nelly - Funkmaster Flex
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Give Up The Goods (just Step) - Mobb Deep - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Xzibit - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Slick Rick - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Shaq And Sonja Blade - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Redman & Method Man - Funkmaster Flex
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Intro - Drdre - Funkmaster Flex
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Jump Around - House Of Pain - Funkmaster Flex
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O.p.p. - Naughty By Nature - Funkmaster Flex
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Needle - Funkmaster Flex
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My Words Are Weapons - Eminem & D-12 - Funkmaster Flex
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Mona Lisa - Slick Rick - Funkmaster Flex
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Let's Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + More - Funkmaster Flex
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Let's Be Specific - Cool Whip - Funkmaster Flex
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Krs-one Speech - Krs-one - Funkmaster Flex
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Loud Hangover - Akinyele And Sadat X - Funkmaster Flex
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Love To A Diplomat (ft. Cam'ron & Lil Wayne) - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Redman - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Puff Daddy And Mase - Funkmaster Flex
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Freestyle - Cormega - Funkmaster Flex
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Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex
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Everyday, Everynight - Funkmaster Flex
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I'm Not Feeling You - Yvette Michelle - Funkmaster Flex
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Rising To The Top - Keni Burke - Funkmaster Flex
My man Lupe asked me... a freestyle?
kick some massive freestyle
A lot of massive freestyle
I'm just saying!
So freestyle, yeah!
I absorb this energy, refer to my memory and scenes and lines and rhymes
So put together for these times
Right off the top like suicide jumpers landing on your block, uh
I do pauses like that, I do... to stretch
... more like a suggestion, but maybe is the truth
Still falling off the roof, uh
Thought I was dead, no then I hit the ground
Call the police and hit the pound
Is 911 when when you...
Is a lot around when... the fun
See I do it like my flows and I was a 92
And I was in school and I was rapping like ghost face killer with a higher...
With a... and the megaphone zone
Can't nobody stop when the dread is gone along
So I'mma keep the... and never said...
The beer be the poison and the food and the liquor
And you watch and study the moves of the niggers
From the back with the jungles on attack
With the Mac tucked in with the strap, bring it back
Uh, see I do it, but I feel it when it's done
And then when I comment then you run
See I messed up dear, but then the best up here
I try to do that... fear and say
Moving like a movement dude, me and you
Me and him is me and him two and two
Four and four math don't work, but the... don't work
so I wash it in the shower for an hour
But the rain is still is... any lines, many times
Any rhymes that I kick or I commit
Like a murder serving shit, hit you like a burglar
... when I'm sneaking through the back with your purse sir
And that's a man with a lady bag,
Maybe drag, maybe fat
But no less homo, no zone goes deeper than mine
when I'm in time... and commit crimes every time when I'm...
The New York flow is kicking in...
So I'm like President Obama when I'm ripping it
Maybe a terrorist, maybe embarrasses us
But never scaring us, and everything is...
... is more better, and can't nobody be stop when I score
A sweater like a booster, when I'm jumping I'm a polo on...
You can call me what I am like... I'm a...
So word to the homie and the hero never zero
And I move and I disappear, representing like... in court
You're still might lose!
I get punch, but I still don't bruise
Fly like that cat, semi-automatic attack
The raps, and they give... to everybody back in the day
But that's more than no... when I'm flowing in
Everybody trying to... but I'm shocked, I'm going in!
Shout the... two times, two rhymes, funk master flex.
And... and I'm still Ramadan
My momma blind, and everybody dropping bombs
Buum! and let's do it like nuclear war...
Is full of these lyrics and spiritual
Can't nobody stop the massive attack when the rap is so lyrical
Uh, and then I bless up and...
When I come through, you better put your vest up
Cause chest shots ain't coming more like for the dawn
And I rap like it's going home
Like... it's going home, like it's flowing on beaten
Broken bones... stick to your football track... and attacking it and...
Can't nobody stack to this
You can't stack up and back up
Rest in peace till my brother S Cole is... we let you see us
Some... some so deliverance
Said it when I be kicking it, spitting it and ripping it
See, that's a... and fair like I don't care
But I still rock like I'm the player of the year
So I shout to the best and I move you around like the... to the Brooklyn
Shook it! Can't nobody stop it,
Can't take it where I took you
And if you want more then just push it, and I'll be there
Rocking, kicking the head, and then just split it
Ripping it down and doing things
And I might give you a pound but if the phone don't ring, don't be mad!
Homie just be sad cause you're missing out
I'm giving out more knowledge to drop it
It's like school and the college and the university is like the...
And rhyming, we're rhyming wits, trying to drop a dime in this
With a dime and glits, ring black hammer
Keep it rolling round...
I'mma run around stunning on you and your crew
So I bless you to do something
Never step... and I might have to rep you cousin!
[Raekwon] Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin
[Chip Banks] Harlem World, Shaolin
[Raekwon] We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere
Get that? They gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em when you come back)
[Baby Thad]
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic depressive
In the golden art, [niggaz] get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay rebellin
Better be, careful of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death peddlin
Turn another kettle in, we be veterans
[Chip Banks]
Say no more, Banky gonna lay down the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import dimes from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to Sean John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your door
[Raekwon the Chef]
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus
gorgeous, Star Trek cordless
Finish the [bitch] we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez
Chorus: Raekwon
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right
[Inspectah Deck]
Another sound boy 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 to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run [shit]
[Chip Banks]
Who bring that Harlem World Willie [shit] the best, we know
New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino
600 Benz-ino, midnight blue
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe through
[Method Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice [niggaz] plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough
Give a [fuck], I'm like iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
*RRAWWARRR* She gave away my [pussy] I'ma kill her
Chorus: Raekwon
Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team
Wake these [niggaz] up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch slang theory
American Cream with no I in the team, laser beam
[Killa Sin]
Aiyyo I keep my [shit's] raggety, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, speak brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
and spaz out, bitch smack your majesty
Iron palm drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your dogz at?
Chorus: Raekwon
Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
Fuck around get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right
"America's Cream Team.."
"Ah-ah-America's Cream Team.."
[Funk Flex]
Uh-huh, what what?
One time baby, big shout to the RZA
Big shout to my man Power
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Method Man, big shout to my man Mel
Big shout to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Killa Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty minutes of funk
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
Yo, the rage I release on a page
Is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin' stick of dynamite
Once I get behind the mic
It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin' light at night, shinin' bright
My fuckin' grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin' cops got my Smith & Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man, the shit's depressin'
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin' bitch a lesson)
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative, baby, hold your head up, don't you let up
One bit on these motherfuckin' suckers, you're a soldier, get up
Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathin'
They jealous of you man, that's the only reason they beefin'
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade, you done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVeigh, you got somethin' to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
From these ten black fingers huggin' these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm dirty, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers, Swift did it
You packin' somethin' special in your crib, then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile
With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin' up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
I'm eatin' crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Why not?)
I only fuck animals
Stupid trick got my dick startin' to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this bloodsport, I'm in divorce court
Sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your Honor)
Six times I been arrested, how would you feel
If you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens)
I'm smokin' dank, drinkin' drank
I can't have any kids 'cause I'm fuckin' shootin' blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?
Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut
Responsibility, I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President
Call me a weirdo, call me Bizarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin' diarrhea
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin' to me
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
I can remember
the very first time that I saw you
We were at a club music bangin
I gotta know your game and all about you that's all
Every night, every day, every time I hear you play
Can't get you off my mind
Every night, every day, I just wanna see your face
Get you off my mind
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
Maybe we could go out on a date
Crazy for you Mr. DJ!
Boy there ain't nothin wrong
as far, as I, can see yeah
Your music's mesmerizing, you got me fantasizing
bout your love it feels so good to me yeah
Now I've got the chance
to satisfy all your needs yeah
You got me soakin wet this night you won't forget
I can make you, a happy man!
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ (crazy for you Mr. DJ)
I just wanna get to know your name (I just wanna get to know your name)
Maybe we could go out on a date (Ohhhhh, crazy for you Mr. DJ)
Crazy for you Mr. DJ! (Crazy for you bay-bay!)
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
Maybe we could go out on a date
Crazy for you Mr. DJ!
Every night, every day, every time I hear you play
Can't get you off my mind
Every night, every day, I just wanna see your face
Get you off my mind
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
Maybe we could go out on a date
Crazy for you Mr. DJ!
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
Maybe we could go out on a date
Crazy for you Mr. DJ!
(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!
(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!
[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
[Rampage]
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
[Baby Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You feel this 'cause you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh... uhhh...
CHORUS:
[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
[Busta] I.say... what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I... say... do that shit
[Flip Mode] I say do that shit
[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through shit
[Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Rah Digga]
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch 'mira' mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real estate where the Taj is
Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
'cause I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming
[Spliff Star]
Interception, throw the microphone in my direction
Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!
CHORUS
[Lord Have Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the church
Ones in the church... hmmm... rum in the church
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst
Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[CHORUS]
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin' how
(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!
[Big Punisher]
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
[Armageddon]
It's my life, it's my world, my perogative
To push things and chase girls that dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass back to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest
Run the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles
You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out
Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death
[Fat Joe]
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
On my way to ?less fools?
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz
Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist
It ain't shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks
[Cuban Link]
Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin
Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out
My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out
Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others
Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit
[Big Punisher]
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my dick
(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!
Funkmaster Flex:
See you on Volume Three.
Can you feel me baby?
(Laughs)
Mmm.
Artist: Parliament Lyrics
Song: Flashlight Lyrics
Flash Light
Now, I lay me down to sleep
Ooh, I just can't find a beat
Flash light (ohh, I will never dance!)
Flash light [x3]
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Oh, it's no use!
Flash light
Red light
Neon light
Ooh, stop light
Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Oh, but I will never dance
(oh, don't make me do it)
(Dance, sucker! ooh ha ha!)
(oww! Get him!)
Most of all he needs the funk (shine it)
Help him find the funk (ha, funk it!)
Most of all he needs the funk
Help him find the funk (get him)
Most of all he needs the funk (I know we can get him)
Help him find the funk (ho!)
Most of all he needs the funk (ha, don't!)
Help him find the funk (I know you will! Dance, sucker!)
Most of all he needs the funk (Shine the spotlight on him!)
Help him find the funk (Oh funk me!)
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
(Dance, Nose! You know you on my funk street??)
Oh, funk me!
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da (get on down,
Nose! I like it! Dance,
then!)
Flash light
Flash light (oh ho ho!)
Spot light
Neon light (neon light)
Street light (street light)
Oh ho, ha ha!
Everybody's got a little light under the sun
Shinin' on the funk [x2]
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
(Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Help him find the funk
[x3]
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Flash light (flash light, flash light) [x2]
Flash light (oh, flash light) [x2]
Spot light (spot light)
Neon light (ooooh, neon light)
Flash light (ooh, flash light ho!)
Stop light (stop light)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da (oh)
Shake your funk (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Shake your funk (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Shake your rump (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da) (ho!)
I think I found the funk
Flash light (flash light)
Day light (day light)
Spot light (spot light)
Red light (ohhh, hooo, red light!)
Everybody's got a little light under the sun
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da [x7]
Everybody's got a little light under the sun
(Redman)
Ayo, this is PPP right here
and we don't give a fuck what y'all doin' in this rap game,
Matter of fact, (sniff) I smell... PUSSY!!!
Yo Sauk, let it bang...
(Saukrates)
As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine
To all those congested, my job raw never clean
A toast to the uncontested, murderer
I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya
Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid
Time is money well invested, burning your press kit
Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards
Never protested, the living proof manifested
Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois
Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear
Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier
Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder
Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder
No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner
Future darker than black permanent black... marker
I part you from existence on solid ground
Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I frown
Is we hell or is we heaven bound?
I bomb the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to hear it
Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when specific
Cheddar look better when explicit
Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits
All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun
'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue
I'm young plus I'm well hung
Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung
I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design
Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines coming from behind
I'm high beaming in your rear view
Get out the left lane before I steer through
Ain't even trying to hear you
It was important 'til you thought I feared you
Naw, loosen your bra bitch
Never rest until I'm considered, the high exalted
Even then I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted
Through the speech, now it's time to walk it
This potent poet, who only spit it if he know it
Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop artist
If you a baby making baby, finish what you started and be a MAN
God damn, resort to plan B sucking on candy
For delicate procedure, no time for leisure
The fine line between yours and mine, freak the design
Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
Peep my shines coming from behind
I'm high beaming in your rear view, CRASH
I stop at nothing
My blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction
Towards cats I describe in this rap production
Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching repercussion
First impression had you lustin'
Now the name Saukrates ringing more than bells
Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future
Double X-L quote me well, bringing the future
(Redman)
Ayo, this is PPP right here
and we don't give a fuck what y'all doin' in this rap game,
Matter of fact, (sniff) I smell... PUSSY!!!
Yo Sauk, let it bang...
(Saukrates)
As mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine
To all those congested, my job raw never clean
A toast to the uncontested, murderer
I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya
Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid
Time is money well invested, burning your press kit
Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards
Never protested, the living proof manifested
Winkled your face, you better press it, menage-a-trois
Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare I swear
Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier
Rise like Nike, shares growing older, snowball effect to snow boulder
Show you love nigga, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder
No time for your manic, hazy rap attack partner
Future darker than black permanent black... marker
I part you from existence on solid ground
Only twelve inch but long distance, that's all I frown
Is we hell or is we heaven bound?
I bomb the target without a sound
Ain't nobody left around to hear it
Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days
By the South Pacific, cheddar sound better when specific
Cheddar look better when explicit
Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits
All 'n all, I'm having fun with gun
'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue
I'm young plus I'm well hung
Threat to intellect, also got your prize possession sprung
I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design
Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime
* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore
[Funkmaster Flex]
Murder Inc baby
[Tah Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex nigga
Murder Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja Rule
[Black Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the eight
Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
Who the fuck what want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars
[O1]
As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you
That heat you spit, I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I happen to know you
It's about time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take over
You scared but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life
[Tah Murdah]
My nigga BJ
Ronnie Bumps
My nigga Pre
My nigga Dirty
Funk Flex nigga
Murder Inc baby
[Tah Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex nigga
Murder Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja Rule
[Black Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the eight
Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun
[C.B.]
What, what..
What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
Who the fuck what want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin fifty get wit me
Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars
[O1]
As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
Y'all niggaz ready to die?
I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain't built for crime
Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics
Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you
That heat you spit, I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo' name
It's really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I happen to know you
It's about time I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take over
You scared but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life
Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life
[Tah Murdah]
My nigga BJ
Ronnie Bumps
My nigga Pre
My nigga Dirty
Funk Flex nigga
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me (However)
However do you need me (Do you need me now)
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me
Back to life, back to the present time
Back from a fantasy, yes
Tell me now, take the initiative
Gon' leave it in your hands until you're ready
However do you want me
However do you need me (How)
However do you want me (All that I have you-you-you-you-you-you)
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me (However)
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you need me
However do you need me
However do you need me
However do you need me
I live at the top of the block
No more room for trouble or fuss
Need a change, a positive change look
Look it's me writing on the wall
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me
Back to life, back to the day we had
Let's end this foolish game
Hear me out don't let me waste away
Make up your mind so I know where I stand
However do you want me
However do you need me (How)
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me (However)
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me (How)
However do you want me
However do you need me
However do you want me
However do you need me (How)
However do you want me
(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!
"A Alkaholik, you know what I'm sayin" ("Likwidation" sample)
[Xzibit]
Yo it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. CaTashTraphe from the Likwit Crew
[Tash]
A lot of rappers fuck it up, CaTashTraphe'll fuck it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about CaTash
They'll say "Tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, I walkin in ask about the spread
Bet against the Likwit Crew's the best way to lose your wig
'cause I'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your "ABC's"
I get my write on, Nick at Nite wit my light on
'cause goin plat-i-num is what my homies got they sight on
'cause I been mega-tight on microphones since I was tethen
I may not look like I'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin
'cause I be takin mines into Deep Space Nine
Wit a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
'cause Tash got the style wit more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on EA Sports
[Xzibit]
Yo it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
*Flex starts cuttin*
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
[Funkmaster Flex]
Hold up, shut this shit down
It's goin down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
cause you know how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah..
You're now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin
This one goin out to Brooklyn, y'all know what time it is
It's goin out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
Y'all know what time it is.. so this what I want y'all to do
I want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters
and y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies.. mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you're ready Mister Cee
we gon' get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya
Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin
All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin
MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker
Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh
Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggaz press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash
and I don't fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MC's across the seas
is just the way I clutch my prey, hey
I'm crazy and deranged
Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?
Recognize.. notorious Biggie Smalls, ninety-four, "Ready to Die"
Y'all niggaz hold y'all heads
Mister Cee, set it off baby-pop..
A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo,
I rock short sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts
Your freestyle's hot though your songs need work.
Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth
Every 16 I drop a concrete verse.
Smack is just like a brick to a skull more slicker than dull
Queensbridge nigga hit you for sure.
Change the locks on your door niggas still get through
It ain't a muthafucking thing I ain't willing to do (home boy)
It ain't no killer in you ya half-tough
F there (???) don't make me tear that ass up
We could do it all day or til we winded or injured
Sit back and have a few drinks and end it
You push the issue I push you deep in grave
Wilder than a Puerto Rican parade
Keep the thing wit me all the time even when I'm going to court
I'm prepared I don't know what you thought
Yall don't here me though
(chorus 1x)
Never been afraid, nigga never once choked
catch me in the projects if you want coke
Catch me in the mic both if you want hits say what you want bitch I know you
want this
(verse2)
A yo A yo A yo
I know the roaches get big, the showers stay cold
The clinic stay packed, the power stay sold
Niggas showing off no matter how much they sold
Fuck the cops, they fowler than us and they know
They just pick a nigga, cuff a nigga
Run em in do the same to another nigga
Once again it's a high ass bill, we need Cochran to free us
Yo we gotta do something Cause they not gonna free us.
Fuck that, my man Jay used to play for the Dogers
Hurt his hamstring now he watches
Got hoes topless and other hoes totally nude
But he keep them to his self and me supposed to be schooled
Type of nigga that'll show me the wolves and try to pet them
Getting to hot I perspire venom I put the fire in them
Make it so they never cool off
And when the smoke clears tell me who lost
They don't hear me though
(chorus 1x)
I know you want this
I know you want this
You know you need this
What, Wild gremlins, 2000
Funk Flex, Queens Bridge
Nature, Big Joey
Intro: Q-Tip (Harmonizing like scat)
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do,
Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do
Tip: Yo what's ya name hop?
JD: It's JD
Tip: And what's the name of ya crew?
JD: It's SV
Tip: Yeah, that's Bah-tier and that nigga
JD: T3
Tip: Ey yo, tell me where you from
JD: I'm from the D y'all
JD: Ha ha, I'm from the, D D, Duh Duh Duh D Duh D, D Duh Duh Duh D
y'all, I'm from the, D D D, Duh Duh Duh D Duh D, D D Duh Duh D
y'all,
Verse 1: JD
And this goes out to everybody who doubts, runnin' ya mouth,
And don't know what you talkin' 'bout,
You ain't familiar wit' the D, don't go that route,
Just keep ya hand on ya toolie if ya walkin' 'bout,
It's all live now,
And for the greatest amount,
But make the ladies say ho,
and the ho's say oww,
and the owls say whoot da whoot,
Turnin' it out,
It's SV still on a quest baby knockin' you out,
It's like dat,
Q-Tip (harmonizing):
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do,
Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do
Phife: And who are you?
Tip: The abstract
Phife: Ali is here and JD
Tip: Yeah, he did the track
Phife: Now would you say that it's tight?
Tip: It's type phat
Phife: And what we want y'all to do is
Tip: Is come react
Phife: 'Cause we do it all
Tip: All night night, night night night night
we do it all, all all all night y'all
We do it, all night, night night night night
we do it, all all all night y'all
Verse 2: Q-Tip
Word up,
It's The Love Movement, it's all love
cause we make ma-fuckas be fond of us,(us us)
We like the ladies, intelligent ones
but when the lights go out it's time to fondle us, (us us)
It's apprehension, when playin' ya joint
cause JD makes it sound so marvelous, (us us)
If you beefin', then settle ya soul
while we make all of y'all just bond wit' us
Got your work on you, you better put it away
police be lookin' for the vandlous, (us us)
JD from the DSV family
Phife these jokers can't handle us, (us us)
Tip (Harmonizing until Flex mixes in Erykah Badu)
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do,
Funkmaster Flex:
One time for your mind.
Volume two.
Funk Flex.
Sixty minutes of funk.
You know how we do back for the nine-seven.
Jermaine Dupri:
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Veronica Webb:
Ooh-wee, it's me!
Ooh-wee, it's me!
Ooh-wee, it's me!
Ooh-wee, it's me!
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
Ow! Ow!
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
Oh, it's me Veronica Webb, you want the rest of the story?
I am...premium pussy!
Can you put that on the air, Flex?
Are people ready for that?
Did they know?
Ooh, sixty minutes.
Where the ghetto booty at?
Funkmaster Flex, ooh, sixty minutes.
Where the ghetto booty at?
Funkmaster Flex, ooh, sixty minutes.
Where the ghetto booty at?
Funkmaster Flex, ooh, sixty minutes.
Where the ghetto booty at?
Funkmaster Flex...no, I wanna hear Flex say it.
That enough, Flex, you need more?
No, I wanna hear Flex say it.
That enough, Flex, you need more?
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
Jermaine Dupri:
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Set it off, get it off, let it off!
Veronica Webb:
That's right J.D., let's get it on!
That's right J.D., let's get it on!
That's right J.D., let's get it on!
That's right J.D., let's get it on!
Jermaine Dupri:
Flex, checkin' you out.
Hearin' you.
Know what I'm sayin', you dead serious.
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
Funkmaster Flex, sixty minutes of funk, part two.
You'll sit back, kickin' it, relax, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna unwind, into yo mind.
Veronica Webb:
That's right J.D., let's get it on!
Jermaine Dupri:
You ain't doin' it right, till your hands get wait.
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
You ain't doin' it right, till your hands get wait.
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
You ain't doin' it right, till your hands get wait.
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
You ain't doin' it right, till your hands get wait.
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
Just sit back, kickin' it, relax, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna unwind, into yo mind.
Flex, checkin' you out?
I'm hearin' you.
Know what I'm sayin', you dead serious.
Funkmaster Flex, sixty minutes of funk, part two.
Veronica Webb:
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
I ain't doin' nothin' but talkin' shit,
so y'all gotta like, you know, encourage me the whole way along.
Ooh, sixty minutes.
Where the ghetto booty at?
Oh, it's me Veronica Webb, you want the rest of the story?
Jermaine Dupri:
Jermaine Dupri, you know how I do.
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way
Took a test to become an MC
And Orange Krush became amazed at me
So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac
The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin on the microphone
And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh
Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead
And you sucker MC's is who I please
So take that and move back catch a heart attack
Because there's nothin in the world, that Run'll ever lack
I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance
And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I'm rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love
I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind and for your people's delight
And for you sucker MC, you just ain't right
Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
Ah with the one two three, three to two one
My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MC's, you bad face clown
You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
Comin from the wackest, part of town
Tryin to rap up but you can't get down
You don't even know your english, your verb or noun
You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown
So D.M.C. and if you're ready
The people rockin steady
You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti
[D.M.C.]
I'm D.M.C. in the place to be
I go to St. John's University
And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
I dress to kill, I love the style
I'm an MC you know who's versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
with who me myself and my microphone
All my rhymes are sweet delight
So here's another one for y'all to bite
When I rhyme, I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
And sucker MC's can be a pain
You can't rock a party with the hip in hop
You gotta let em know you'll never stop
The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck, word up
[Buck] Get up in em
[Q-Tip] Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe
[Flex] Mmm, mmmhmm
[Q-Tip] Let these niggaz know whassup son
[Flex] Funk Flex
[Q-Tip] Aight?
[Buckshot]
Bounce, to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make em all flip
They all wanna piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think
[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah baby, you know how we get down
Funkmaster Flex, knahmean?
Big up my man Dru Ha, big shout to my man Buckshot
My man Evil Dee, Mr. Walt, 5 Ft.
Whole Boot Camp Clik, yeah.. HOT!
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck
[Q-Tip] Yo Buck, word up
[Buck] Get up in em
[Q-Tip] Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe
[Q-Tip] Let these niggaz know whassup son
[Q-Tip] Aight?
[Buckshot]
Bounce, to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make em all flip
They all wanna piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think
when they ship come in, they ship won't sink?
Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down
So if you burn a bridge, how you gonna cross town?
Think about it now, and cry later
A motherfuckin money maker so I die greater
And everytime I get them visions in my head, everything is red
Gettin high from the stimuli', very blurry eye dread
Said to be, Buck the B.D.B
When you smoke your sensimi' I hope you take out your seeds
and watch your back for them bitches who act shady
with another lady friend that try to serve you with gravy
Menage, I almost got caught, what could I say?
Fallin for the lust I almost got bust Friday
But safely so, got about a Most High
Eased out yo, into some next bullshit I'm like
[Q-Tip]
Bounce to this (3X)
All my hip-hop heads
Bounce to this (3X)
Yo Buck, word up
Get up in 'em
Yo, it's that nigga from the tribe
Let these niggaz know, whassup son?
Funk Flex
Aight?
Bounce to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make 'em all flip
They all wanna piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think
Yeah baby, you know how we get down
Funk master Flex, knahmean?
Big up my man Dru Ha, big shout to my man Buckshot
My man Evil Dee, Mr. Walt, 5 Ft.
Whole boot camp clik, yeah, hot
Yo Buck
Yo Buck
Yo Buck
Yo Buck
Yo Buck, word up
Get up in 'em
Yo, it's that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggaz know, whassup son?
Aight?
Bounce to this
You don't wanna miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make em all flip
They all wanna piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geeked
Now what be the shit to make them niggaz think
When they ship come in, they ship won't sink?
Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down
So if you burn a bridge, how you gonna cross town?
Think about it now, and cry later
A motherfuckin' money maker so I die greater
And every time I get them visions in my head, everything is red
Gettin' high from the stimuli', very blurry eye dread
Said to be, Buck the B.D.B
When you smoke your sensimi' I hope you take out your seeds
And watch your back for them bitches who act shady
With another lady friend that try to serve you with gravy
Menage, I almost got caught, what could I say?
Fallin' for the lust I almost got bust Friday
But safely so got about a most high
Eased out yo, into some next bullshit I'm like
Bounce to this
Bounce to this
Bounce to this
All my hip-hop heads
Bounce to this
Bounce to this
Bounce to this
Shutting the game down from the whip
What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door
Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's them again (who)
Niggas hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, Glock hollers
At Any nigga out to stop ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)
I came in the door, said it before
Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride that whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the ride
Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep think that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass
We don't flash, we blast
Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch y'all ice in here
I said me and my medicine
High off Excedrin
Luck spit better than half you veterans
In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin
Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all never again will win
Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim - slim
Light skin, fight men, life very exciting
Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing
Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing
Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing
I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng
Love to bling bling, your Glocks go Bing Bing
Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, will pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
[Lil' Kim]
Yeah, uh
You put your bliss in
I put my wrist in, what's missing?
I'm talking to you, 'cause when I shine, I glisten
Sure picked a fine time not to listen
Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh)
And I won't drown, I'm water-resistant
Mmmm, Think about when you say my name
This female rapper got a knuckle game
I leave you all out of commission (uh huh)
Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a blade
This ain't a phase, it's the way I was raised
And I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'mon
CHORUS:
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
It's QB y'all, sweet and petit
About five feet with the oversized heat (what)
I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feet
One's incomplete, tryna make ends meet
Before the album drop, you want a sneak peak
You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street
Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite
Move your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeat
When the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beet
Niggas hungry? I got something to eat
Open your mouth, swallow the skeet
Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit
Can you keep an errection?
'cause Kim got love and affection
Let me shoot it off in your direction
Only if you pass the inspection, the bassline
Meet me in the mezzanine
Matter of fact, hop up in my limousine
You can trick or treat, like it's Halloween
In my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky clean
The way I gargle like it's Listerine
Just be messing up my Maybelline
So stick it in me like a vaccine
Then I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh!
CHORUS:
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
Now to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and Donettes
I smack you hoes in the face with two techs
You can be a redhead, blonde or brunette
I ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respect
What the heck, I go to the bank with two cheques
Yours and mine, when it's time to pay debts
Finally, I can put all this mess to rest
And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest
And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow
Take it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo
Go to award shows, lock down the first rows
Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos
We rock coliseums, submarines
Infrared beams with the tank machines
So hate all you want, radio gon' knock it
We locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockin
CHORUS:
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!
Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah
Rockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu say
Rockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah
[Funkmaster Flex]
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
Check it, I'm the fuckin' man who they mention
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin', the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, 'cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure
Niggaz need to touch they freakin' picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness
Remedies, cousin, I be doin' on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
Tical, Tical, Tical, Tical
As I keep it movin', we keep it movin', uh
Keep it movin' an' keep it movin' uh
Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
Keep it movin', we keep it huh, rharh
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release yo' delf
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin' on any man down with the Clan
I be comin' for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope
Word to mother, serial killa style from Big Isle
No stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at?
Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, an' I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
'Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic
Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle, then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Yah, if you don't want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
An' keep it movin', baby, keep it movin'
I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
An' keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
An' keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
An' keep it movin, you know we keep it movin'
Baby, we be movin', you know we keep it moo, rarh
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
Throw your hands in the sky
An' wave 'em from side to side
An' if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical
Let me hear you say, "Stimuli"
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Lay ya hammer
(Lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer, kid
(Lay ya hammer, kid)
They want the drama, bring it to 'em, fuck 'em
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
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
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 fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back
Ya fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood hat
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
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
Y'all niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees
Yo, high ranked officials and armed tanks and missiles
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 infinite 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
Shutting the game down from the whip
What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door
Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's them again (who)
Niggas hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, Glock hollers
At Any nigga out to stop ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)
I came in the door, said it before
Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride that whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the ride
Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep think that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass
We don't flash, we blast
Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch y'all ice in here
I said me and my medicine
High off Excedrin
Luck spit better than half you veterans
In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin
Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all never again will win
Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim - slim
Light skin, fight men, life very exciting
Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing
Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing
Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing
I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng
Love to bling bling, your Glocks go Bing Bing
Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, will pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
[Funkmaster Flex]
Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby
(To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers)
[DMX]
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
get down like what, get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
get down like, down like, down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
get down like what, get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
[Funkmaster Flex]
Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby(To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers)
[DMX]
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what, get down like what, get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what, get down like, down like, down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what, get down like what, get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah - keep it moving, get it bouncing
Funk Flex - you know how the fuck I get down
Shout to The Tunnel nigga
You know I mean - you know how I do each and every Sunday
Shout to Franchise - shout to my nigga Pete (???)
Sixty minutes of Funk volume four - In Essence
LETS GO BABAY!
[In Essence]
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, you will never find)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (check this)
I was at two thirty-third and White Plains
Me and my boy - we was riding the train
I saw you! (saw you) Whoa - oh ohh
You were with - (Ronnie) and (Bobby) and
(Mike - are those the type of guys that you like?)
I know you feel me
Was what you want will never be, you'll never find
You will never find another lover like (no!)
You will never find another lover like (noo!)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (you'll never find)
You will never find another lover like (oh, ohhh)
You will never find another lover like (nooo)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (ah)
I heard he's paying your bills
Tell me can you give me those thrills
My love (my love) is better (is better)
never (never) measure (measure)
(Fall and hard and why?
You'll never find a love like mine)
I know you heard me, cause what you want he'll never be!
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, never find!)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh no)
You will never find another lover like (mine, no)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah - keep it moving, get it bouncing
Funk Flex - you know how the fuck I get down
Shout to The Tunnel nigga
You know I mean - you know how I do each and every Sunday
Shout to Franchise - shout to my nigga Pete (???)
Sixty minutes of Funk volume four - In Essence
LETS GO BABAY!
[In Essence]
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, you will never find)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (check this)
I was at two thirty-third and White Plains
Me and my boy - we was riding the train
I saw you! (saw you) Whoa - oh ohh
You were with - (Robby) and (Robby) and
(Mike - are those the type of guys that you like?)
I know you feel me
Was what you want will never be, you'll never find
You will never find another lover like (no!)
You will never find another lover like (noo!)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (you'll never find)
You will never find another lover like (oh, ohhh)
You will never find another lover like (nooo)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (ah)
I heard he's paying your bills
Tell me can you give me those thrills
My love (my love) is better (is better)
never (never) measure (measure)
(Fall and hard and why?
You'll never find a love like mine)
I know you heard me, cause what you want he'll never be!
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, never find!)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh no)
You will never find another lover like (mine, no)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
[Rampage]
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the Rampage return
[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 muthafuckas 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
[Noreaga - talking]
Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get man?
What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
or burn unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit)
A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)
My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
We thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't really give a fuck
[C] So we don't really give the fuck
[N] You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' ride with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' die with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!?
[Capone]
Right every bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla "Father you sure?"
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, triple it's on
[Chorus]
[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for y'all in the game
See me I, stay where it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To piss off the killer in me
Me and six will slick through it (through it)
Bronx river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my name in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest)
The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!)
We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - with Noreaga adlibs
[Noreaga]
Keep the Mac under the seat
To fast niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with heat
Like the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood though
With a hood though, with a little puppet
And we doing no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club
Niggaz don't need no math
I rather, get head, I don't need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
I mean you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz better stop playin
Before I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo
[Chorus]
[Mussolini]
It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some young Blood
No vest protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it confused
Pop bottles and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your jewels
A little more richer
Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga
I spit it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Norega]
Huh? Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What what?
{*Noreaga continues to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga]
Yeah, Capone-N-Nore baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Martin Moore
Shout to my man Gina
Things is happenin baby
Sixty Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
[Noreaga - talking]
Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get man?
What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
or burn unit (burn unit)
Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit)
A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)
My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
We thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give the fuck?
[N] Cause I don't really give a fuck
[C] So we don't really give the fuck
[N] You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' ride with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!? You gon' die with me?
[C] Hell yeah
[N] What son what!?
[Capone]
Right every bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla Father you sure?
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, triple it's on
[Chorus]
[M.A.Z.E.]
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for y'all in the game
See me I, stay where it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To piss off the killer in me
Me and six will slick through it (through it)
Bronx river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my name in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest)
The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!)
We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
[Chorus] - with Noreaga adlibs
[Noreaga]
Keep the Mac under the seat
To fast niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with heat
Like the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood though
With a hood though, with a little puppet
And we doing no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club
Niggaz don't need no math
I rather, get head, I don't need no ass
Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
I mean you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz better stop playin
Before I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo
[Chorus]
[Mussolini]
It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some young Blood
No vest protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it confused
Pop bottles and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your jewels
A little more richer
Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga
I spit it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Norega]
Huh? Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four's
What what?
{*Noreaga continues to adlib in background*}
[Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga]
Yeah, Capone-N-Nore baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Martin Moore
Shout to my man Gina
Things is happenin baby
Sixty Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
(The Bad Seed)
Let's go
Here we go, uh
Here we go y'all
Here we go y'all
Once again, yeah
Who better nigga
Let's go
Nope, I never got locked up
Never got shot up
But fuck around though
Beat your whole damn block up
Find your bitch knocked up
Cee keep it cocked up
I'm sick call the doctor
Beat the shit out ya
Beef I don't sweat that
Niggaz wanna dead that
They come home, find a bullet in they girl head rack
UHHNNH
How you love that
What happened to dem thug cats
With all the gats niggaz gettin in club at
Now I done fucked up
I done caught y'all frontin
Get your jaw tapped up
Get your chin bone buzzin
You can't squad me
Now your all alone cousin
The kids got no pops, wife no husband
God damn shame though
It's not a game though
Why y'all act like you don't know my fuckin name though
It's BAD SEED
Style off the chain yo
Only close my eyes when I'm gettin brains yo
It's like UHHNNH
Thought it was a game huh
Didn't know the name huh
UHHNNH
It's like (it's like)
UHHNNH
Still for the kids though
Niggaz let your clips off
UHHNNH
It's like
UHHNNH
Bitches take your thong off
Shake yo stank ass baby girl it's a song off
It's like (it's like)
UHHNNH
Meet me at the ballcourt
Murder Inc, Thugged Out, Franchise
Funk Flex, Big Dog Pitbulls
Two Surburbans in the fuckin' house
'Cause Funk Flex and N.O.R.E. are killin' 'em out there
Scream at ya boy
Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas
And pat Max in the back of the ax with black niggas
Or Ricans with Doricans cause nigga I fit
You see I'm half fuckin' black and motherfuckin' Spic
You shoulda learned a long time ago
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
How I hit a nigga up
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Nigga's fam's worried
You see the Smirnoff and Cranberry
My shots comin' in threes like Maulberry
Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act
When my shot guns are erased they stomachin' back
Call me Jose most shoot outs most guns
Most these niggas just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' still cookin' in the kitchen
I'm still a chief ain't a fuckin' gram missin'
Nigga's outta order yo but shit gon' change
How they life gettin' shorter like Mr. T. James
It's the bass and the music that'll make you jump it go
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Don't be actin' like a punk before we put you in the trunk you goin'
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Or actin' wild like the hill with my hand on the pump it go
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Fuck it we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk goin'
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Yo, yo the core ID is fucked up I can't see the number
Feelin' like Stevie Wonder the hood took my under
I miss my niggas I wanna see 'em
All my nigga's that's dead is layin' in Mallaciums
For my nigga's that locked up the same shit
I told y'all niggas I'd hold y'all niggas through all this
Picture us goin' all legit we're all this
Line 'em up get 'em all together they're all missed
All my niggas we starvin and waitin
Take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason
Better off strong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with niggas
That's why you never hear me on a song with the niggas
Just my clip roll strong with the niggas
And wait 'til we see you it's on with you niggas
And I could just slap y'all go on with you niggas
It's the bass and the music that'll make you jump it go
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Don't be actin' like a punk before we put you in the trunk you goin'
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Or actin' wild like the hill with my hand on the pump it go
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Fuck it we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk goin'
Tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Big dog big bulls, Funk Flex, Big Cap, Cipher Sounds
Mr. C Johnny Walkorette, BJ Cayorie
Frank Junga Corea, The Funk Regulator, C-note
Keep it gator and keep it global
SP killa this shit is fuckin' ugly
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Let's get ready to rumble
In this corner we have the funk body snatcher
P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
I crush your whole brain frame
'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
That have your rap style for lunch, chump
'Cause 92, I take a whole crew
Give them a punch of the funk
Knock all of their gold tooth loose
To show you what type of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or sniff it
Because I was born with it
The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
Then 1, 2, 3, you're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump with your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk
Pump it in your back trunk
And let loose with the Juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
(Straight outta Jersey)
You heard me, my brother I'm laughin'
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
Straight from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk force
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha
Then strike a pose like Madonna
My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
So color me bad, plus color me black
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
The funky fly stuff
Come on and let me kick, the funky fly stuff
Just to show you where the hell I come from
I get dumb with the 112
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex like this
Make you twist to the list
Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
And all that, the hi hat, go buy that
Listen, look, oops, brother where your eyes at?
There on the floor, pick 'em up
While I pour a lil' funk down your brain punk
Listen to my name chump
Redman ready to rock, I got a glock
Then, pow, your body is all over the block
Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the biscuit
And blow your head off, just for askin'
"Who's the one rappin?"
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum aksion
Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid, yeah, know what I'm sayin'
We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe that
Hit Squad is definitely in the house
For the brothers that don't be knowin' what's up?
Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava
Back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
"Where's the Redman?"
I kill, I smother, I get down with the
Yo, yo, yo, chill, G, chill la, it's over man
[Flex]
Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex
[Nore]
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
FUNKMASTER! Flex, Flex
Big Punisher, Punisher
We on some shit
Thugs ?
Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey
Yo a GS grey, and a CLK
Never, ? so it can lead my way
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the peep
Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat niggaz like ? you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too
We at the Mariott, meet us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too
Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they hate me
Everybody known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my decision
I promised myself, I'd never go back to prison
Chorus: Nore and Pun
[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from
the glorious and most notorious slums
[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked
[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!
[Pun] Jess West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga ????
[Big Punisher]
You brave in the heart, playin a part amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow, ????
Tote the toast on low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece
or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin
If that's my destiny it's meant to be, just remember
to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, next to me
Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin with the thunder
and the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm
Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the Ghetto God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes
The father of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin
Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex
A lot of ghetto things goin' on right here
Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster, Flex, Flex
Big Punisher, Punisher
We on some shit, Thugs
Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey
Yo a GS gray, and a CLK
Never, [unverified] so it can lead my way
My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play
We smoked out, with them MLX's
I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah, this is like our 60th week
Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin' the peep
Me and you goin platinum, 'cause you fuckin' with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat niggaz like you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too
We at the Mariott, meet us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too
'Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, only coppin' cheap shit
Thinkin' long term, not thinkin' on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now, cause they hate me
Everybody known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated, on my decision
I promised myself, I'd never go back to prison
Yo Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from
The glorious and most notorious slums
Yo Thug Brothers
Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked
Yo Thug Brothers
Jess West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga [unverified]
You brave in the heart, playin' a part amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the start
First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow, [unverified]
Tote the toast on low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece
Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry 'em
The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin'
If that's my destiny it's meant to be, just remember
To bury the motherfuckin' that bent me right, next to me
Aight crew? Aight then
(No doubt Pun)
Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin' with the thunder
And the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm
Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the Ghetto God
I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes
The father of Christ, get a mere mortal
Blessin' beer bottles by the dozen with Nore, it's brothers thuggin'
Yo Thug Brothers
Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked
Yo Thug Brothers
Jess West, Pun from TS
A Alcoholic, you know what I'm sayin'
Yo, it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin' your necks with true underground vets
Yo, it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. CaTashTraphe from the Likwit Crew
A lot of rappers fuck it up, CaTashTraphe'll fuck it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin' off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about CaTash
They'll say, "Tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, I walkin' in ask about the spread
Bet against the Likwit Crew's the best way to lose your wig
'Cause I'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your 'A B C's'
I get my write on, Nick at night with my light on
'Cause goin' platinum is what my homies got they sight on
'Cause I been mega-tight on microphones since I was tethen
I may not look like I'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin'
'Cause I be takin' mines into Deep Space Nine
With a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
'Cause Tash got the style with more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on EA Sports
Yo, it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin' your necks with true underground vets
Yo, it's Prime Time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
[Unverified]
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick
But Jam Master cut faster Jack's on Jay's dick
Now Little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep
And Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep
And Alice chillin somewhere in Wonderland
Jack's servin Jill a bucket in his hand
And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound
The turntables might wobble but they don't fall down
Now Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose both did their thing
But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'s the king
Cause he's adult entertainer
Child educator
Jam Master Jay king of the crossfader
He's the better of the best best believe he's the baddest
Perfect timin when I'm climbin I'm a rhymin apparatus
Lot of guts
When he cuts
Girls move their butts
His name is Jay hear the play he must be nuts
And on the mix real quick and I'd like to say
He's not Flash but he's fast and his name is Jay
Jay's like King Midas as I was told
Everything that he touched turned to gold
He's the greatest of the greater get it straight
He's great
Playing fame cause his name is known in every state
His name is Jay
To see him play
Will make you say
God damn that DJ made my day
Like the butcher the baker
The candlestick maker
He's a maker a breaker
And a title taker
Like the little old lady who lived in a shoe
If cuts were kids he would be you
Not lyin y'all he's the best I know
And if I lie my nose will grow
Like a little wooden boy named Pinocchio
And you all know how the story go
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs
He's a big bad wolf and you're the three pigs
He's a big bad wolf in your neighborhood
Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good
We're Run-D.M.C. got a beef to settle
D's not Hansel he's not Gretel
Jay's a winner
Not a beginner
His pockets get fat others get thinner
Jump on Jay like cows jump moons
People chase Jay like dish and spoon
And like all fairy tales end
(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!
Still just happy to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
I even give daps to niggaz I blast at
And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
Cause I'm tryin to be around like Boston Baked Beans
Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin your children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the buildin
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock
And drive around with no coat cause my seats is hot
Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
or either with my niggaz, at the firin range
While y'all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all of that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
[Jadakiss]
Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest
and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest
You got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckin
Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was fuckin
While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin
All in ya honey, walkin 'round countin ya money
Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats
Feedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya furs
Right before yo' ass come home I'm peelin the tar
And have the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car"
I'm like God, cause y'all can't touch me or see me
But y'all know I'm there and y'all know that y'all need me
New five wagon, with the old Bebe's
And I'm an old G so I listen to old CD's
My rocks is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a party
you won't skip me
I'm like a nigga in jail waitin
so come get me
But if the job ain't done quickly and done swiftly
you catchin one-fifty
Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach
And make sure I go in your pockets after you vomit
If that ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
Cause they love me in the hood, I'm like the ice cream truck
Nigga, this is to the general public
When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't nothin above it
Fuck it
Still just happy to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
I even give daps to niggaz I blast at
And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
Cause I'm tryin to be around like Boston Baked Beans
Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin your children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the buildin
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock
And drive around with no coat cause my seats is hot
Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
or either with my niggaz, at the firin range
While y'all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all of that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
[Jadakiss]
Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest
(Oh)
Ginuwine, Funkmaster Flex
In your earhole, whoo!
Drop a bomb to this, what?
Let's do this, listen
Saw her in the club
As she was about the finest thing I had ever seen
I was so addicted cause she was like a drug
And I was a fiend
I wanted to walk over
Imagining her body was calling me
I had to get with it and make it quick
I had to hit cause baby girl was a dream
I wanted to say
1 - How would you like it if I...
Touched a little
Felt a little
Grabbed a little
Could you handle if I...
Licked a little
Taste a little
Ate a little
Repeat 1
Yo second verse
Kept staring at her hoping that she would see
And maybe call me over
I was gifted but my confidence wouldn't let me
So I sat back and thought things over
(What I get?)
Got a bottle of the Cris (Oh)
Got a bottle of the Mo (Oh)
Now I'm looking like a Don Juan
So I know she gotta notice me
Over all the others
Cause they be singing all the same songs
Repeat 1 (2x)
Finally walked over to her
Told her she was the finest woman I had ever seen
She told me why'd I take so long
Cause all night she was already peepin' me
She said she likes a man who knows what he wants
Never fronts and ain't scared to ask
She was down for whatever
So I took her to the floor, got together
And I tapped that ass, yeah
Repeat 1 (2x)
Yo Flex take em there
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
[Flex]
You know what I mean
Ginuwine, Funk Flex
Epic Records, shout to Pauly Anthony
Shout to Dave McPherson
60 Minutes of Funk Volume Four baby
Funk is back nigga
[Ginuwine]
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day (hey!)
I'm rocking and you're yawning
But you never loo, my way (hey!)
I'm licking down you darling
In every single way (hey!)
Your funny flow is foreign and a green card's on the way
This ain't got shit to do with shampoo
But watch your Head 'n S(oulders
Brother older bold enough to fold
Yo, I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made
I played the boss, a funky fit
So sav% ya flips and tricks
Put that music in the monkey bit
Triggas from the Grill town Ill town
Some ask how it feels now
The deal is that we're real so we're still 'round
Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom
Ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop
So Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You heard a lot about a brother gainin' mo'ground
Being lowdown
I do the showdown with any little ho'ground (NO!)
I wane know who you're believing
Through your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleepin' you think I'm cheating
You said I know you're mister O.P.P man
You P.P man
Won't only see me man
You should've know that I ain't hitting the step
That I was with it a bit
Not to consider the Rep (Heck!)
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
Cause I'm Naughty By Nature
Not cause I hate ya
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
Even thought I forgave when you had a spark
You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten
I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop, Hip, Hip Hop, Hip, Hip Hop Hooray
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers
One reason Hip Hop's the top today
Swerve what you heard
Cause I ain't bailing no Hey
Ain't chopping no crop
But still growing every day
Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Ill town
Drown slimes to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns
Beat down are found
Don't know me! Don't come around!
Tippy tippy pause
Tippy tippy pause
Sometimes creepin' up, I eat 'em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis new us
You could have crews with shoes and can't step to us
Some kitty purr
I call them sir too
Lookin' for her crew
Every trick that diss gets a curfew
I put on projects for boots
Step through troop and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook
I'm hiddin' Woodys in a hoody
Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae and every hood Gee
That's right, my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S & Quest, Nice & Smooth and Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop
So Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
[ chorus: Khadejia and Product ]
The boys look so good but theyre minds are not ready
So here we go yall
Thats why Id rather talk to a man cause his mind is so steady
So here we go yall
Yo, the girl looks so good but her mind is not ready
So here we go yall
Thats why Id rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady
So here we go yall
[ Khadejia ]
Friday night, see Im vibin and feelin right
Sunroof back me and my baby just had a fight
I gotta clear my mind of problems that I have inside
So I bump in my ride so you dont hear me cry
[ chorus ]
[ Product ]
Uhhh, the weekends here and Im chillin with my crew
You got me stressed and Im sittin here sippin boo
[ Khadejia ]
I wanna clear my mind of problems that I have inside
[ Product ]
Ohh, when I jump in my ride Im a try to loopb hold it all inside
[ chorus ]
[ Wyclef and Pras ]
Yo Yo Yo we dont like-a A jealousy with envy
We dont like
When you smile and wanna blast me
We dont like
Stick up, give up your jewelry
We dont like
Suicide for milly or for dealy
What we like
Yeah is when we chill wit the herb
What we like Is to drink in the Titanic wit no iceberg
What we like-a
Is when the thugs get hyper
Make sure what your brinme aint carrying lice
Right about now if you ready for the ghetto princess Khadejia
Let me see one finger in the air
Da da da (one finger in the air)Da da da da daaah (one finger in the air)Da da da (one finger in the air)Da da da da daaah (one finger in the air)Da da da daah (one finger in the air)Daaah
[ chorus: Khadejia and Product ]
The boys look so good but theyre minds are not ready
So here we go yall
Thats why Id rather talk to a man cause his mind is so steady
So here we go yall
Yo, the girl looks so good but her mind is not ready
So here we go yall
Thats why Id rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady
So here we go yall
[ Khadejia ]
Friday night, see Im vibin and feelin right
Sunroof back me and my baby just had a fight
I gotta clear my mind of problems that I have inside
So I bump in my ride so you dont hear me cry
[ chorus ]
[ Product ]
Uhhh, the weekends here and Im chillin with my crew
You got me stressed and Im sittin here sippin boo
[ Khadejia ]
I wanna clear my mind of problems that I have inside
[ Product ]
Ohh, when I jump in my ride Im a try to loopb hold it all inside
[ chorus ]
[ Wyclef and Pras ]
Yo Yo Yo we dont like-a A jealousy with envy
We dont like
When you smile and wanna blast me
We dont like
Stick up, give up your jewelry
We dont like
Suicide for milly or for dealy
What we like
Yeah is when we chill wit the herb
What we like Is to drink in the Titanic wit no iceberg
What we like-a
Is when the thugs get hyper
Make sure what your brinme aint carrying lice
Right about now if you ready for the ghetto princess Khadejia
Let me see one finger in the air
Da da da (one finger in the air)Da da da da daaah (one finger in the air)Da da da (one finger in the air)Da da da da daaah (one finger in the air)Da da da daah (one finger in the air)Daaah
Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
po po comes around and tries to relocate me
lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
havin' cash is highly addictive
especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.
Yo it's the r - a double p
e - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
comin' straight outta QB
pushin' an Infiniti
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
come and test me
trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
a lyrical destructor
don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
you know my flow, you know my stilo
even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
in case my PO try to troop me to the island
and if I start wildin'
flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.
Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
the streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
it's all about robbin'
so don't be alarmed
when we come through, 'cause we supposed to
if you opposed to
get your face blown dude, off the map
cause I react, attack
a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's only right
po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop firin'
He cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
call my son, "yo son we got beef
but no question
Money had a problem so I solved him".
I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
gimme yours and get laid
give up the goods and get sprayed.
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
no love for them other crews and rival kids
all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
and if they don't they need to buy a watch
word up
caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
first of all slow down, you on the wrong route
let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
the street life ain't nuttin' to play with
no jokes no games kid
for years I been doin' the same shit
just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
extortin' crack heads
(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!
(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!
(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!
(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!
{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
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
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP
(All the homies)
OPP, how can I explain it, I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin', shoutin', singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratch your temple
The last P, well that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occasion at the other party as a game 'n
It seems I gotta start to explainin', bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello?
You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house
(Boy that's what is scary)
It's OPP time, other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationships, there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who think it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' that
Well, if you do that's OPP and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(All the homies)
As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something different
It's the longest, loveliest, lean, I call it the leanest
It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest
I won't get into that, I'll do it sorta properly
I say the last P stands for property
Now ladies, here comes a kiss
Blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like a girl or wife?
And you just had to stop 'cause he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care
'Cause in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there
When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know
And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'
Now, don't be shocked 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high
Say OPP
(OPP)
I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You're now down with a discount
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(All the homies)
This girl tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter of fact my girl and I
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah, an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn't the thing, it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings
I said, "Let's go, my girl is coming so you gotta leave"
She said, "Oh no, I love you, Treach", I said, "Now, child, please"
"You gots to leave, come, grab your coat, right now you gotta go"
I said, "Now get yourself to the stairs and to the stairwell
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart
'Cause you know I was OPP, hell, from the very start"
"Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about
When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth"
That's rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him
Exciting, isn't it? A special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP
Is you with him or her, for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn skippy, I'm with it
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(All the homies)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(All the homies)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
(Every last homie)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
You down with OPP
(Yeah, you know me)
Who's down with OPP?
Turn your radios up, turn your radios up
This, that one right here I was telling y'all niggas about
That Nature shit
(Queens Bridge)
That Flex shit
(We gonna beat y'all in y'all fucking heads)
That direct shit
A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo, I rock a short sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts
Your freestyles hot though you songs need work
Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth
Every 16 I drop a concrete verse
Smack is just like a brick to a skull more slicker that dull
Queens bridge nigga hit you for sure
Change the locks on your door niggas still get through
It ain't a muthafucking thing I ain't willing to do
(Home boy)
It ain't no killer in you ya hand cuffed
F there [unverified] don't make me tear that ass up
We could do it all day until we winded or injured
Sit back and have a few drinks and maybe
She pushed the issue I push you deep in grave
Wilder than a Puerto Rican parade
Keep the thing wit me all the time even when I'm going to court
I'm prepared I don't know what you thought, ya'll don't here me though
Never been afraid, nigga never once told
Catch me in the projects in you want cold
Catch me in the mic room if you want hits
So what you want bitch, I know you want this
A yo, a yo, a yo, I know the roaches get big, the showers stay cold
The clinic stay packed, the power stay sold
Niggas showing off no matter how much they sold
Fuck the cops, they fowler than us and they know
They just pick a nigga, cuff a nigga
Run 'em in, do the same to another nigga
Once again it's a I S bill, we need Cockrine fierce [unverified]
Yo we gotta do something 'cause they not gonna fear us
Fuck that, my man Jay used to play for the Dogers
Hurt his hand string now he watches
Got hoes topless and other hoes totally nude
But he keep them to his self and me supposed to be schooled
Type of nigga that I'll show me the wolves and try to pet them
Getting to hot I perspire venom, I put the fire in them
Make it so they never cool off
And when the snow clears tell them who lost, they don't hear me though
Never been afraid, nigga never once told
Catch me in the projects in you want cold
Catch me in the mic room if you want hits
So what you want bitch, I know you want this
I know you want this, I know you want this
You know you need this, what, wild gremlins, 2000
Funk Flex, Queens Bridge, Nature, Big Joey
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
Yo, the rage I release on a page
Is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fucking stick of dynamite
[Unverified] I get behind the mic
It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guiding light at night, shining bright
My fucking grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock sucking cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon
Man, the shit's depressing
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Come on, Slim, let's go and teach this fucking bitch a lesson)
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative, baby, hold your head up, don't you let up
One bit on these motherfucking suckers you're a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathing
They jealous of you, man, that's the only reason they beefing
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
38s'll move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVeigh, you got something to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
From these ten black fingers hugging these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm 'Dirty', so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packing something special in your crib, then bitch, get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile
(Uh huh)
With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what? I'm blowing up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Finding whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
I'm eating crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Why not?)
I only fuck animals
(Oh, haha)
Stupid trick got my dick starting to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this bloodsport
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor)
Six times I been arrested, how would you feel?
If you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens)
I'm smoking dank, drinking, drank
I can't have any kids 'cause I'm fucking shooting blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?
Nicole's a whore, I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut
(Uhh)
Responsibility, I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President
(Ohh, hey)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you shitting diarrhea
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's stepping to me
*phone rings twice*
[Rick] Hello?
[Lisa] Hi Rick, it's me Mona Lisa
[Rick] Hey what's goin on, how you?
[Lisa] You remember me right, right before ? all that?
How's your moms, how's everything?
[Rick] Yeah chillin chillin, she's fine, she's fine
[Lisa] Oh, that's good, that's good
So whassup witchu?
[Rick] Yeah, I'm tryin to maintain, y'know
[Lisa] When you gonna come out with another album?
[Rick] I'ma star now, I'ma start new shit
[Lisa] It's sad, you played yourself though
[Rick] Yeah I'ma be on Flex album
[Lisa] Tsshk, Funkmaster Flex?
[Rick] Volume uhh volume three I think?
[Lisa] Funkmaster Flex that be on the radio?
[Rick] YEAH Funkmaster YEAH
The Funkmaster Flex that be on Hot 97
[Lisa] You serious?
[Rick] I'm tellin you, aight watch this
[Lisa] So how it sound, it sound good?
[Rick] It's aight y'know, you gotta judge for yourself and shit
[Lisa] Mmmm, let me hear a little then
*Mona Lisa* beat kicks in*
So, dick a lot of mine, or stick to
and yet to see a motherfucker shine like Rick do
Just to stand beside the Don as is
will make you appear bigger than your bum ass is
Well I'm feelin it, cash flow's climbin
Where? In what project asshole, find him
There there You fake Frederic hush
Not the only, beneath me, degenerate CRUSH
Fact is, a lot of brothers wanna cap this
head, or should I say, nerve center of the rap biz
(Work it out Rick!) When Rick's around ?
You round piece of dog shit, gotten the point now?
Burnt out, inflicted, turn out a chick quick
And big nosed rappers, suck sperm out of Rick's dick
Son, the nigga is a bum
And this old man, he plays one..
[Rick] So, what did you think of that now?
[Lisa] Oh shit, okay, okay
[Rick] Huh, am I it, am I still makin hits?
[Lisa] I underestimated you, you the man
[Rick] Thank you sweetheart that's nice, I appreciate that
[Lisa] You the man nigga -- say you still with that same girl?
[Rick] Yeah I'm still with here y'know
[Lisa] Gonna hook up with me again?
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all
You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn like Burger maids
Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, motherfucking crybaby
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
Foot up [unverified] fitted if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In your Louis in Brooklyn
Getting over from the fo'er wit the dress stower
Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys
The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gun play then Sega
Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like that
Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo
It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, watch the ice turn blue
But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex
I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw
99 push ups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice
They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up
Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the black rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull
One time, one time, one time
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all
You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn like Burger maids
Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, motherfucking crybaby
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
Foot up [unverified] fitted if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In your Louis in Brooklyn
Getting over from the fo'er wit the dress stower
Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys
The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gun play then Sega
Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like that
Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific
Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo
It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, watch the ice turn blue
But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex
I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw
99 push ups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice
They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up
Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the black rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull
One time, one time, one time
Intro:
Yo what's up?
This is hip hop manifesting as the Blastmaster KRS-One.
Bringing you 60 minutes of funk with my man Funkmaster Flex
so I say...
Hook:
Me never never never cross over
Me never never never never go commercial la la (x2)
Verse 1:
You ain't major you minor
Get behind a real rhymer
Graff writer, chart climber, path finder, rewinder
A minute
That ass let me get WAY up in it
Now you did it
You steppin' to me like you some type of lyrical chef
But like Coolio said G you better make a leeeft
Now you in the party actin' hard
You need to be home asleep so you can wake up early and get a job
Stop frontin' you ain't sayin' nothin'
Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
MC's today are too pretty what a pity
I represent the city where it's gritty
And GRIMY I'm ferrous you're curious
Just try me if you're serious
Who's your trainer I'll smash you in the face with a bottle
Hit the toggle switch back to a role model
You Benedict Arnold
I'll calm you
You ain't wild I heard this kid in Brooklyn with the same style
Timing for timing your rhymin'
And with that biddy bye bye follow me massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file
Conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics are lame?
No octane just can't play the game quite the same
I'm in the passing lane
Shoooom I go by you like a Japanese bullet train
I heard you trying to damage my name
But can...you...stand..the...rain?
The one's I don't kill go insane
Fuck the flamboyant MC I come plain (complain)
What you tryin' for?
What you lyin' for?
You gotta think is hip hop worth dyin' for?
So lets settle the score with rhythmic metaphor
Strickly the motherfuckin' God core
So I say
Hook
Verse 2:
So I leap through
And dominate the microphone I speak through
I'm writtin' for the people bite if you need to
I can see through
And see dat
You saw an MC and tried to be dat
That MC you saw ME
Can you believe dat?
And agree dat
True lyrics will always suffice?
And R.E.A.L. meanin' Rhymes Equal Actual Life
Is the true essence and ebony
Trace your record sales G
Somethings are pure luck others things are meant to be
I bet they'll mention me
In the next century
"KRS-One innovator in early rap poetry"
Simotainusly you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000 'Criminal Minded' will STILL be rockin'
You waste your time battlin' me
I got mine happenin' see
You should of thought G
You should of thought sooner
instead of battlin' me you need to plan your longevity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis Jr.
The solar followed by the lunar
Followed by the solar
Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola
The point is that
Whatever the outcome of the battle
the battle goes on with more french fries and soda
So I say...
Hook
Verse 3:
Pass the ?
Pass it over here beginner
Battlin' me ain't worth it just to say you are the winner
You'll still be rippin' parties, no
*I'll* still be rippin' parties
You'll still be eatin' McDonalds for dinner
So all you teeny weeny iddy bitty yellow polka dot MCs
I travel the world while you stuck around the way
You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs trapped inside your city (ha ha)
Turn off your mic you got nothing else to say
So back up from my yard
Move from the door
[Funkmaster Flex]
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!
(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover!
(Akinyele) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
(Sadat X) I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask some kids around your neighborhood block
I be seen...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
(Akinyele) Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
(Akinyele) Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
(Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
(Sadat X) I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover!
(Akinyele) I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
(Sadat X)
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block
Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots
Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds]
Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud
Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line
Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine
(Akinyele)
I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism
Yes insane like Sadaam on the television
flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him
You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison
Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins
Rappers be rappin rough talkin
But I be clappin guns that be blockin
To make they ass step like a WalkMan
You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent
Cause ever since the days of British Walkers
A sole street talker, New Yorker
Wailing on your ass like like Parker
Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian
Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up
My style as sharp as a MACHETE
Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI
Your crew better jump back in the oven
cause them niggaz ain't READY
to deal with crooks
Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook
Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks
(Sadat X) If there's a cure for being rich
(Akinyele) I don't want it, I don't want it
(Akinyele) Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke
(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it
(Sadat X)
Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love
Better saddle up this year with two gloves
Home, home to me's the range
Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed
Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy
cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well
Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large
in the Nubian name, I been in the game
And remain with the fame, and remained the same
Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month
He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga
If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back
up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see
kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst
But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey
been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars
Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from
the Colonel's steamy chicken box
Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet
[Funkmaster Flex]
60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1
Big shout to the Flip Squad
(Akinyele) So if there's a cure for being rich
(Sadat X) I don't want it, I don't want it
(Akinyele) Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke
(Sadat X) Nigga I need it, and I need it
(Akineyle)
Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick
Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick
There's no question I'll, damage a professional
Cause I'm a big child, in this profession
Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection
Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half
Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass
I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate
Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes
To play it safe, you punks better wear capes
You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape
hangin your ass out the window like drapes
You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop
It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock
I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go
Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat
X marks the spot when it's time to get hot
(Sadat X) Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Funkmaster Flex]
You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk
(Akinyele) I said I don't wanna get over!
Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy!
(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!
Big shout to my man Akinyele
(Sadat X) Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild
(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!
you know how I do!
(Sadat X) Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects
(Akinyele) Money is the sweetest hangover!
Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo!
(Sadat X and Akinyele) I said money is the sweetest hangover!
[Intro: Cam'ron]
I had to tell her I don't care
Can't lie, young, she got...
I don't care, I told her “suck my dick”
And I had to ask her this:
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
Ever made love to a Diplomat?
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I be with some Asian girls and we lost in Japan
I tell 'em konichiwa, they say “of course you the man”
I told 'em: “I hear you, but that ain't important to Cam”
I got my bitch choo-choo-choo poppin' right off of the Grand
She be selling hair, I sell drugs, we both down for the hustle
And we speak the same language, yeah, ounces and bundles, kilos too
Either way, keys of yay', TV shows with Lisa Ray
Then back to the block, do I need to say? Boy homo that E&J;
Aye, you get no chicks – that's no mystery
The last girl you been in? Statue of Liberty
And I fouls with this – you can have my ass to kiss
But when I seen ya baby mama, had to ask her this:
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I clean up well, loafers down to moccasins
Back up off me, baby girl, I need some oxygen
Yeah, I know, I know – I'm Mr. Get-It-Poppington
But every time I see you coming, I'm like “not again”
Chill girl, chill girl, I'm done – I ain't got more to give
You can't cross the line, 'cause I let you cross the bridge
It's blood banks – it's weed spots
You can make $100 an hour sucking three cocks
I don't care if your mother's sick, the rent's due
You got $3, good, bitch, spend soon
[Hook]
[Outro]
(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!
(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!
(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!
Girl, you're lookinsweeter now
You got it every day, girl
Wish that I could love you now
In a special way
You light my fire
I feel alive with you, baby
You blow my mind
I'm satisfied
Outstanding (So outstanding, yeah)
Girl, you knock me out
Excited (I'm so excited, baby)
It makes me wanna shout (Baby)
Gee, I feel so lucky, girl
To have you all alone
I really love the way you love me
Forever I'll be yours
You blow my mind, baby
I'm so alive with you, baby
You blow my mind, baby
You blow my mind, baby, baby
You light my fire {You light my fire}
I feel alive with you, baby { I feel alive}
You blow my mind {You blow my mind}
I'm satisfied {I'm satisfied}
Outstanding (You're so outstanding, yeah)
Girl, you knock me out (Dooby dooby dooby dooby dooby you knock me out)
Excited (So excited, baby)
It makes me wanna shout (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
Outstanding (I really love the way you knock me out)
Girl, you knock me out (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
(Shooby dooby dooby doo doo dooby)
(Girl, you knock me out)
(So excited, baby)
(Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
(Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
(I-I'm so-so excited)
(So outstandin baby)
(Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
(I really love the way you love me, girl)
(So outstandin
Outstanding (So outstanding, girl)
Girl, you knock me out (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
Excited (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
It makes me wanna shout
You blow my mind, baby
I'm so alive with you, baby
You blow my mind, baby
You blow my mind, baby, baby
You light my fire {You light my fire}
I feel alive with you, baby { I feel alive}
You blow my mind {You blow my mind}
I'm satisfied {I'm satisfied}
Outstanding (So outstanding, girl)
Girl, you knock me out (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
Excited (Girl, you know, you know, you know you knock me out)
[Funkmaster Flex]
YouknowhatI'msayin?
60 Minutes of Funk Mix Tape flavor
Funkmaster Flex comin at you, knowhatI'msayin?
Check out this Yvette Michelle joint it's kinda hot y'all
Make it bounce ghetto style
[Yvette Michelle]
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
I.. can remember..
the very first time that I saw you..
* beat restarts * * Flex mixes for a bit *
[Yvette Michelle]
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
I.. can remember..
the very first time that I saw you..
We were at a club.. music bangin..
I gotta know your game and all about you.. that's all..
Every night, every day, every time I hear you play
Can't get you off my mind..
Every night, every day, I just wanna see your face
Get you off my mind..
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
I just wanna get to know your name
Maybe we could go out on a date
Crazy for you Mr. DJ!
Boy.. there ain't nothin wrong..
as far, as I, can see yeah
Your music's mesmerizing, you got me fantasizing
bout your love.. it feels so good to me yeah
Now I've got the chance..
to satisfy all your needs yeah
You got me soakin wet.. this night you won't forget..
I can make you, a happy man!
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ (crazy for you Mr. DJ)
I just wanna get to know your name (I just wanna get to know your name)
Maybe we could go out on a date (Ohhhhh, crazy for you Mr. DJ)
Crazy for you Mr. DJ! (Crazy for you bay-bay!)
I'm crazy for you Mr. DJ
f/ Yvette Michelle
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
You know how I'm living
Playa's never been my style
This time you're not forgiven so
Don't try to change my mind
I know you want me
And I know you want me bad
I know you're thinkin' of me
It's my turn not to care
And that's why
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
Let go, no flippin' out, my love
I need someone to hold me near
I need a man, don't try to buy my love
I need someone to be right here
Ah, no, no, no
I know you want me
And I know you want me bad
I know you're thinking of me
It's my turn not to care
So I
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
I'm not feeling you
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
No matter what you say
I'm leaving anyway
Hey baby, yeah I'm alright, how you feeling?
Come inside, yeah, come in, close the door behind you
Yeah, I know, I'm home a little early from work today
Yeah, you miss me baby?
Yeah? I missed you too
I missed you so much I followed you today
Ah huh, yo son, yo son, don't raise up son, chill
Sit down son I'm talking to you
But I'm saying though
Don't deny it, I saw you
I saw you with your alcoholic secretary
The one with the bad feet
Walking, holding her hand
Playing yourself as usual
And you know you are known for playing yourself
Instead of holding her hand
You shoulda been putting some lotion on them crusty feet she got
But anyway, I ain't gonna stress that
It's all good
You know your man Big Mike?
Yeah, the first round draft pig, Big Mike
I know you know him as Mike
But I call him Big Mike
Yeah, why you got your mouth open, boo, close your mouth
Cuz see, he's feeling me
-Verse 1-
I know we're doing
Everything that we want to
Meanwhile, are we losing?
Because we won't let go
And yet we go
Let's start thinking what we're doing
Don't let nothing change your mind
Let's start heading homeward bound
Get off the ground
Stop losing, yeah losing
Keep risin' to the top
-Chorus 1-
(Give it all you got)
You gotta wake up your body
and wake up your body
and wake up your body
and move it around
Wake up your body
wake up your body
wake up your body and move it around
-Verse 2-
Keep on believing
All the dreams inside of you
And don't stop achieving yeah
Let some love shine on through
And don't fight the feeling
Keep on dealing
Everybody, keep on moving
Cause I know we can get it over, so baby
-Chorus 2-
(Give it all you got)
Let's keep rising to the top
(Give it all you got)
And we won't let nobody stop us
(Give it all you got)
We'll just keep trying, yeah
(Give it all you got)
Oooh baby
(Give it all you got)
(Give it all you got)
(Give it all you got)
You gotta wake up your body
and wake up your body
and wake up your body
and move it around
Wake up your body
wake up your body
wake up your body and move it around
-Verse 3-
Big time illusions
Create a lot of confusion
But the time has finally come
Let's get it done
Keep moving, yeah moving
-Chorus 3-
Let's keep rising to the top
And don't let nobody stop us
Just keep trying, yeah
Keep on giving to each other
(Give it all you got)
Spread some love a little farther
(Give it all you got)
Keep on giving all you got
(Give it all you got)
Said we're rising to the top
We won't let nobody stop
What we're doing, yeah
(Give it all you got)
Keep moving your body
(Give it all you got)
The feeling's getting stronger
(Give it all you got)
What we're doing
(Give it all you got)
Just keep moving your body
(Give it all you got)
The feeling's getting stronger
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