FUNKMASTER FLEX & BIG KAP - Millennium Thug lyrics

rate me

(feat. Big Kap, Nas, Nashawn)

[Verse 1: Nashawn]

Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels

clappin' these dudes

a straight born Killa

It's Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas

niggas 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 kill 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 niggas, uppercut thug niggas

look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged niggas.

[Chorus]

Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll

niggas 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 niggas that'll punch you in your face?

[Verse 2: Nas]

I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real

saw niggas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls

hosaditty, she act like she innocent

she act like her Pussy is place that no nigga been

why she act like she never met me?

she can't forget me

thugs respect me, jealous niggas 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 bitch 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 nigga

I'm about bread, these rhymes is off the head nigga

wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece

I could flow over techno beats and rep the streets

you a one verse assasin

I'm a multiple LP long lastin'

peekin' again

grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin

former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King

respect it

see me with the shit 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 niggas pay!