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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. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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(feat. 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 And I am not feeling you |
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(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Hip Hop Master 1997 : Funkmaster Flex Mix (1997)
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Hip Hop Master 1997 : Funkmaster Flex Mix (1997)
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Hip Hop Master 1997 : Funkmaster Flex Mix (1997)
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Dr. Dre)
[Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, whattup Northeast Bronx? This ya nigga Dre, in here with my nigga, Funk Flex America's hottest, what? You know how he do his thang Hot97, Power106, MTV, The Tunnel, what? My nigga doin' big things, and you know what? Turn up your motherfucking volume cause it's about to happen 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume IV Holdin down the motherfucking DJ crown Do that shit Flex [Funkmaster Flex] (Dr. Dre) WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW 'BOUT IT NIGGA?!?! (Hahaha) BACK THE FUCK UP!! I GOT THIS!! BE CLEAR!! WE TAKING NO FUCKING SHIT!! DON'T FUCK!! [Dr. Dre] Some of that, yeah, yeah, some of that Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all (y'all) [Switches to Funkmaster Flex f/ DMX's "Do You"] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Intro)
That "T" would help though Here we go again Yeah, check it out, y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all, check it out y'all Straight Y.O. mother f**kers Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through? It's shit like, everybody tells me I sound just like you But you got me, got me? And you can't live without me If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a f**k about me Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you" How about you wanting to be just like you? You can do what I do, just in your own way Shit, I get niggas that ride big every f**kin' day (I-ight?) If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine Let me hit 'em with the rewind Do you and I'll do me To me you'll see how real you'll be 1 - Do you - 'cause what it boils down to it's true Do you - 'cause you are held accountable fo ryou Do you - Is that really what you want me to see Do you - 'cause I'mma do me, truley Do you - 'cause what it boils down to, it's true Do you - 'cause you are held accountable for you Do you - Is that really what you want me to see Do you - 'cause I'mma do me, truley Hey yo dog, I got lyrics Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word) Damn, is this the type of shit I gots to put up with in the streets? Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody Everywhere I go it's like I bring the whole party It ain't about |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
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 F**k 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 |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(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) Put your hands in the |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
Yo, whattup baby girl - f**k is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho' Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin Cause it's too late at night for that y'know? Nah no doubt though aight? (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh (Nelly) You know I, spend hot shit when need be Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?) If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?) Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy I spit game like that, I get brains like that Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that If sex was football, I'd be a runningback I can only get low and I never fumble Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall So (Chorus) (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..) Full countdown, from the sky to the ground Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..) Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up-a |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Eminem)
[Chorus: Eminem] 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 [Eminem] 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 Onen 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-N-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 (Swift: "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! [Chorus] [Swifty McVeigh] It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38'sll move your shit up out the way You niggas wont 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 (uh-huh) 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 [Chorus] [Bizarre] I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha) 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 drikin 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 (uhh!) Responsibility - I'm negligent Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea [Chorus] [Eminem] Yo! |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Nature)
Turn your Radios Up, Turn Your Radios Up This that one right here I was telling yall niggas about That Nature shit (Queens Bridge) That Flex shit (We gonna beat yall in yall fucking heads) That direct shit [verse 1] 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 (???) 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 Yall don't here me though [chorus x1] 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 [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 I S bill, we need Cockrine fierce(???) 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 [chorus x1] 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 Yall niggas Know |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Funk Flex)
Ah this shit is ugly right here Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders Shout out to Uncle Ray New York City are you f**kin ready?!! (Drag-On) We gon smoke trees like them legalize it Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test The pump will take a chunk out ya chest Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test Read my basketball files They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls Clubs hand check us now Chicks hand f**k us now That's why niggas like f**k us now I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin So just lay down and audition for your mortician Make you give that cash up I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya Trust me them pits'll catch ya Make you spit up ketchup, extra Layin right next to Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up Before this shit I was a rapper 'cause while my face was masked up Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up! (HOOK) D-R-A-G dash O-N Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*} (Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride) (Drag-On) You can see the tears in the eyes of men die You can see them f**k with fire all the men fry Seen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ??? Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt And told him Drag-On and pass it on I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty-a |
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[Funkmaster Flex]
Oh shit, shoutout to f**king 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, spit that hydro ghetto shit |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Funkmaster Flex)
Yeah - keep it moving, get it bouncing Funk Flex - you know how the f**k 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 never find another lover like (mine) |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Lil' Kim)
[Funkmaster Flex] Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim Style Shout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A. [Lil' Kim] Yeah, uh You put your bliss in I put my wrist in, what's missing? I'm talking to you, cuz 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? Cuz 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] Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee! |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(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 f**kin life unit (real life f**kin unit) A real unit; a motherf**kin, CNN shit (CNN!) My nigga Swift on the motherf**kin 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 f**k (C) Why do don't really give the f**k? (N) Cause I don't really give a f**k (C) So we don't really give the f**k (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 (f**k 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 F**k 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, motherf**ker (Chorus) (Norega) Huh? Huh? We say what son what!? Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherf**ker) 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 motherf**kin 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) Shout to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder) |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
Murder Inc baby
(Tah Murdah) Y'all motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 motherf**ker (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 f**k, been a menace since +Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming Who the f**k 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, f**k 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 f**k five mics F**k pigs, f**k police, murda for life nigga (Chorus) (Ja Rule) Motherf**kers, 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 f**ks 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 Funk Flex nigga |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Bad Seed)
(The Bad Seed) Uh 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 Blow shorty back out till she had to crawl out (crawl out) |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Shyne)
Geah, uhh.. (f**kers!) Geah, uhh.. I'm the Bad Boy not to f**k wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit three hollow tips up in your stomach Honestly, Bad Boy's a f**kin dynasty Oooz on the glock, watch you ooze on the spot Puff don't give a nod, nothin move on the block The streets is ours to burn for the moves and rocks Princess cuts, what the f**k? Watch the arm light up Desert in the weights in the hood like what? Bitches get hyped up, niggaz get diced up, sliced up Heist what? Get yo' windpipe cut Pimp motherf**ker, nigga make dykes f**k Off the liquor they chipper (who?) bitch named Trisha Catholic school girl turned coke sniffer Niggaz talk slicker, I tie and rope quicker Check the arm and neck, how they both glitter simultaneously (bling bling) Bitch shit coke out her ass, 'til her anus bleed (c'mon) (Chorus: Shyne) Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh Diamonds I flaunt it, bitches is on it, tell me who want it? I got it to give it, you niggas talk it, I live it, uhh (Shyne) Ki's sold out, Royce Rolls out Brooklyn nigga with the best flow out F**k a pot to piss in, gimme one to boil coke My approach, no reproach, just sex 'em and coats Fidel shipped me a hundred bricks, up on the boat My bitch, I to our to you, playa said she'd fly coach I got the shit locked nigga, land - air - sea (There's a new Don?) Nigga, yeah me Rap's my cover-up, desert them boys in the concert And the mean bitch who take the dick to her tonsil Paradise life, f**k the price It's nice, I like, I buy - break your pockets f**kin give me no try Extort who? I'll f**kin torch |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Funkmaster Flex)
Yeah Dirty South baby - Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor .. it's goin down (DTP) Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South 'Cris (yeah) you ready? (Ludacris) Oh it's my turn? Aiight.. I got permission to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?) She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh) She said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on So stop the sweatin like a wristband And get some balance like a bike without the kickstand I think I changed the definition of a hit man 'cause I could really give a f**k about that bitch man, c'mon! We puttin holes in your residence And lose anybody for the right president We thugged out street niggaz with intelligence So all that bullshit you yappin is irrelevant Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty Southside I'm a dentist makin women open they mouth wide You be in jail still runnin it on the outside Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares? (Chorus: repeat 2X) I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh (Verse 2) Comin to Shady Park is like a peep show It's some respectable ladies and there some freak hoes I know killers that go to church up in they street clothes You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free throws They packin and bout to open up the dope spot My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a roadblock They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man Niggaz been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine 'cause in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the dangalang Okay, we tryin to make our own White House Paint it black and start yellin our f**kin pipes out You try to tackle some players and you'll get psyched out They can't f**k with us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play (Chorus) (Verse 3) Disturbin The Peace, we do that funky shit Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey clique See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make that funky shit And keep y'all women away if they got funky clit Understand, we got that dough and it get rolled up You pay the price and still we got the block sold up Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you fold up You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like - hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a megaphone And tell your sister get the f**k up off the telephone These fools is tickin me off like fifty metronome I'm takin all of ya money just call me Pebbletone! Alright? I got the pistol and the safe key You betta tell your bitch to follow you to safety How dare you wanna be heroes and chase me It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why? (Chorus) Funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit uh Do that funky shit |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA! 1 - Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin, we ain't playin, we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin, we ain't playin, we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin, we ain't playin, we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin Break Da Law - we ain't playin, we ain't playin, we ain't playin (Verse 1) We ain't playing young nigga Who the f**k I said we playin? We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click But I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some shit I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process F**k that shit, we keepin them bitches hot Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot (Verse 2) Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it made Wanna rock they f**kin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you lemons in a daze When I step up in the club I be glistenin wit a glaze I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't behave I would let you hit this FIRE but you bitches smokin safe Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave-ac |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
[FunkMaster Flex]
Violator Chris Lighty [Reporter] This is Tobas Katowsky reporting live from the Brookyln Bridge Suspects otherwise known as Da Franchise Have once again took to the streets Our advice is to duck down [Da Franchise] 1-9 shit Uhh, you see that Brooklyn Bullshit, I'm on it like Big was Franchise don't get me mixed up for real, uhh I'm still here, nigga it's real here Talk slick, I'll have you rollin around in wheelchairs And yeah, I play shit with gambling heads Or I'll have your bitch scrambling eggs Either or it's me, RC, the outdoor outlaw Type to throw my guns up southpaw, let's get it on See the waves under the rag, the rims under the Jag Guns cover my waist, no wonder you mad Fools call it gangsta but we call it gutter Cold War, I bring the heat to you summer to summer I'm the criminal that'll leave your condition critical My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead Feed my clips hollowheads, please you cowards better [Chorus x2] Duck down This one is over your head boy Duck down Out fool, you'll be a dead boy Duck down You heard what I said boy Duck down What you saying huh What you saying huh Once the beef is on fam we goin out Summer fade, winter time I'm in the blow out BK stompin which one of you fools would start somethin Y'all don't want me to turn best out of Compton We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin Everything from the crib to the car be dirty Who are we? Franchise, dirty money There's three in the clip, and my whole team is hung |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Redman)
Ayo, this is PPP right here and we don't give a f**k 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 |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(Lady Luck)
Uhh, what Lady Luck Def Jam Shutting the game down from the whip To the tunnel You in da club Yo Bang this 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 (Chorus) x2 (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) (Lady Luck) 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 y |
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from Funkmaster Flex - 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume Ⅳ : The Mixtape (2000)
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - Sad And Blue B/W Six Million Ways To Die (2007)
(feat. Nine, Tragedy)
[Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches] [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina [Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos] [Nine] HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex [Funkmaster Flex gets busy] |
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from Funkmaster Flex - The Tunnel (2001)
(feat. Dr. Dre)
[Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, whattup Northeast Bronx? This ya nigga Dre, in here with my nigga, Funk Flex America's hottest, what? You know how he do his thang Hot97, Power106, MTV, The Tunnel, what? My nigga doin' big things, and you know what? Turn up your motherfucking volume cause it's about to happen 60 Minutes Of Funk, Volume IV Holdin down the motherfucking DJ crown Do that shit Flex [Funkmaster Flex] (Dr. Dre) WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW 'BOUT IT NIGGA?!?! (Hahaha) BACK THE FUCK UP!! I GOT THIS!! BE CLEAR!! WE TAKING NO FUCKING SHIT!! DON'T FUCK!! [Dr. Dre] Some of that, yeah, yeah, some of that Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Dr. Dre keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all Funk Flex keep, keepin it on Rock, shock the house, turn, turn it out y'all (y'all) [Switches to Funkmaster Flex f/ DMX's "Do You"] |
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