Funkmaster Flex

Funkmaster Flex - Let's Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + more lyrics

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(Chorus)

One time, one time, one time

Styles kinda different but let's be specific (2x)

(Funkmaster Flex)

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

(Cool Whip)

You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal

No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fuking horse

I'm in the midst of musical moments

Lyrical guns bust, Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust

Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman

Running to your bitch ass Batcave

Be aware when you witness and turn ?like Burger maids?

Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen

Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down

And crying out for you ladies, muthafuking crybaby

Chorus

(Havoc)

Foot up ? fitted if you got work

We lying in ?sooken? put you on your back, sent you on your way

Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns

In your louis in Brooklyn

Getting ?toer? from the fo'er wit the dress stower

Got the 80, oh don't think ?st.? nickel want to roll up

Get your muthafuking shit swoll up

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends

Making t's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit

One time searching me but never ever find shit

It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze

Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys

(Tragedy)

The Queen's nation, representation, I represent

Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint

Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming

My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega

Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga

The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo

Fuk one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo

Mr Dany got me acting like that

Squeeze macs outta state, ?sacs? one in your tracks

I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks

So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs

Chorus

(Raekwon)

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain

Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains

The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk

Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion

Peace to cats profiling on the island

Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew

If I feel shyst, watch the ice turn blue

But for now, milk the cow wit the know how

Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls

He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes

Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

(Freddie Foxx)

I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing

Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw

99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic

I'm starting to bug the fuk out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild

Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile

Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fuked up

Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas

Foxx got the black rock down to rhymesayer

I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls

Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull

Chorus

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