[Funkmaster Flex]
Murder Inc
Thugged Out
Franchise
Funk Flex
Big dog pit bulls!
Two suburbans and a f**ing Hurst!
Cause Funk Flex and Nore are k**in' em out there!
Scream at ya boy!
[Noreaga]
Yo me and Pun used to slap n***as
And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black n***as
On weekends with the Ricans cause n***a I fit
You see I'm half f**ing black and motherf**ing spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
How I hit a n***a up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
n***as fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake n***as'll act
When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back
Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns
Most of these n***as just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a f**ing gram missing
n***as out of order you know sh** gone change
How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain
(Chorus)
[Willie Stubz]
The ba** and the music that'll make you jump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk
You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
f** it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk
Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
[Funkmaster Flex - overlapping last line of Chorus]
Yeah, It's going down!
Funk Flex, Nore!
[Noreaga]
My caller ID is f**ed up I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under
I miss my n***as I wanna see em
All my n***as that's dead laying in mausoleums
For my n***as that's locked up the same sh**
I told y'all n***as I hold y'all n***as to all this
Picture us going all legit with all this
Line em up; get em all together they all miss
See all my n***as we starvin' and waitin'
To take a n***a hockey mask off like Jason
Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with n***as
That's why you never me on a song with a n***as
Just my clique roll strong them n***as
And wait till we see y'all it's on with you n***as
And I could just slap y'all go on little n***as
(Chorus)
[Funkmaster Flex]
Big dog pit bulls!
Funk Flex, Big Kap!
Cipher sounds!
Mr. Cee!
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore!
Frank Jigga, Corey Ock!
The Funk Regulator C-note!
Keep It Gator!
And keep it global!
SPk**a this sh** is f**ing ugly!
Cut this sh** off, it's a f**ing wrap!