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(feat. Akinyele And Sadat X)
[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! [Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends] |
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(feat. Cool Whip, Havoc, Tragedy, Raekwon, Freddie Foxxx)
[Chorus] One time, one time, one time Styles kinda different but let's be specific [x2] [Funkmaster Flex] This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all [Cool Whip] You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fuking 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, muthafuking crybaby [Chorus] [Havoc] Foot up ? 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 ?toer? from the fo'er wit the dress stower Got the 80, oh don't think ?st.? nickel want to roll up Get your muthafuking 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 [Tragedy] 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 gunplay then Sega Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo Fuk one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo Mr Dany got me acting like that Squeeze macs outta state, ?sacs? 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 [Chorus] [Raekwon] 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 papes, 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 shyst, 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 [Freddie Foxx] I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw 99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic I'm starting to bug the fuk 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 fuked up Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas Foxx got the black rock down to rhymesayer I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull [Chorus] |
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[Funkmaster Flex:]
See you on Volume Three. Can you feel me baby? [Laughs] Mmm. Blaaa! |
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