Funkmaster Flex - Freestyle - Shaq and Sonja Blade lyrics

[Shaq] Funkmaster, Big Dawg Flex, Sonja Blade Freestyle, uhh, uhh Wha-wha-what-what? Show your best, Shaq sh**'ll blow your chest Go through your vest one time flow correct Brick City style talk with flair, walk on air Sumo, your Halle Berry coochie wear was just a rumor Crazy raw, blaze the hardwood floors Shut out a whole country two, days before Slay your who*e, like you never heard of the man Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore So much dough, I could buy a third of the land Crash my Jeep jump out, my Suburban you ran If you ask me, Shaq ain't flashy One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy n***a what? [Sonja Blade] Uhh, yo It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings Sonja Blade gettin more light than your high beams It's over, when I spit my words I make it dark like an eclipse occurred when my click emerge I flip you birds, not a gravedigga but I getcha sh** then serve, y'all know that this chick's disturbed I spit superb, so ill, and so real While you no frills with no deals I hold steel (BLOW) And if I don't k** you, bet the flows will For my n***az that ain't here I'm lettin the Mo' spill Briefcases of cough, like a coke deal Uncut verses, nuttin but dope sk** Can't fill my shoes, beyond complicated All them big gats you got they confiscated Contemplate, I'm the sh**, and you constipated I slaughter all cause y'all water got it concentrated See that? Funk Flex, Shaq Dog, Sonja Blade, Redrum How we do, nine-eight, uhh