Styles P - Funk Flex freestyle lyrics

You better pray to God n praise the Lord All hell break loose when P raise the four If I'm thinkin bout harmin u Muthaf**a ima squeeze at ya head til I knock out the Orange juice To tell the truth I'm expecting to die N like all I can see is d**h in my eye Understand that I'm violent prone Come strapped with the nine n the knife n go wild alone Ima grown a** man with a child at home Gotta case right now So u can get shot in ya face right now With a ape like style D block n***a I know it's a drought so if u need to cop work I got weight right now Sorta like the way of the gun Ya man looking at me crazy cuz I'm talkin bout laying his son So here's what I offer you n***as To shoot out ya eyes so u don't gotta watch while I torture ya n***as I started off a armed robber Hustle hard n rose from a soldier all the way to the godfather n***as wanna talk about the group split up Still drunk still high still shoot sh** up Hit u in ya big head with the .38 cal sheek laughing yelling duke get up Kiss said he finished off brains is gone So I'm goin in the pockets n the chains is gone Tryna get more money cuz d block n***as need guns with the lasers on em To my n***as in the Bing with the razors on em If a n***a try to front cut him four to five times This is holiday n I rep organized crime Stop talking bout the throne leave it alone Cuz if p comin for it like all of y'all dyin Then it's back to coat weather So I'm two guns up with big bullets thata leave a n***a throat severed