Funkmaster Flex - Rasta T Freestyle lyrics

Funkmaster Flex Intro: Aiight 60 minutes of funk. B-Side flava Big shout to the overseer Shalaam Big shout to my man Rasta T Funk Flex from the BX. Aiight! Rasta T: Infared on top of Glocks make the murder docks hot Now me and Sire got to set up shop Off a 1-9-8 get our sh** straight Outta state Cause in New York we eatin' off of paper plates And that don't hold much weight So we made a power move for some short keys Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean with the cheese Now we off to Tennessees Where the n***as think we coocoo The town drink Yoohoo But the money comes in beaucoup amounts I can't count all the cream that I seen But now this gangsta leads with mad cream in his jeans Graduated from stick ups to makin' big money pick ups Got dimes that keep my dick up got sons that lift my bricks up And transport the weight in about every state A n***a buy four give 'em eight And get the cheese and lay the date Rasta T Costalano I'm servin' more customers than McDonalds From dope fiends to winos But you know the final Outcome Dad to be shady A n***a tried to creep me and sleep me with the 380 A good thing he grazed me on the side of my neck Cause there is this chick I met that I haven't hit yet And besides that I'm the Queens hero, Rast T Can't be lettin' no chumps get no points off me So when I see you kid it's on you can bet your loot Or better yet save your cash for your funeral suit