Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap - Millennium Thug lyrics

Ayo, I'm yappin' these j**els Clappin' these dudes A straight born k**a It's Q.B. Borough n***a, untamed Gorillas n***as that put holes in squealers Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt Safety off the Nine, they gotta k** me for mine I'm flaotin', left lane open where I could get through The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window I skidded out, now I'm outta control Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do' I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin' It's gotta be them 'cause I ain't dyin' I'm bonin' out Bit the top off a Guiness stoute Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt I glove n***as, uppercut thug n***as Look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged n***as Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll n***as got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with a Frowned face? Why the hoes love The Gods, Bbravehearts, Nas, and Nash? Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? With big slugs that Can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryin' to imitate these Real n***as that'll punch you in your face? I saw n***as get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real Saw n***as wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls Hosaditty, she act like she innocent She act like her p**y is place that no n***a been Why she act like she never met me? She can't forget me Thugs respect me, jealous n***as say F me 'cause my cruise shots like Lefty and Sunny Black Your Hoes wanna lick Honey out my crack I'll fart in your b**h mouth, she call me psychic 'cause I knew she would like it Push fleetwood Caddy's feelin' righteous I eat good, no red meat I like Fish Ya'll never in your life seen money I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties Smuggle bootleg liquor I shoot 'till you dead n***a I'm about bread, these rhymes is off the head n***a Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece I could flow over techno beats and rep the streets You a one verse a**asin I'm a multiple LP long lastin' Peekin' again Grimy n***a with different color ink in my skin Former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King Respect it See me with the sh** I say on record Not like these fake thugs, please wake up If I die I'm'a rise from the grave With two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make n***as pay!