50 Cent, Funkmaster Flex - Funk Flex (Guess Who’s Back Freestyle) lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Funkmaster Flex - Funk Flex Guess Who’s Back Freestyle lyrics]
Funk Flex yeah, G-Unit
You understand whats about to happen?
Huh huh? (do you understand?)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent, y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage
Man that shit's for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood
But I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how
You choose your words
'Cause I send niggas to put ya
Fuckin brains on the curb
Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin low you
See that gun in my hand
G-Unit, don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, I'ma say I told you boy
See you rollin with 20 niggas
We rolling with 20 guns
16 hollows is loaded in every one
I know you slow, so i do the math that's 320
Shells flyin at your ass (ha)
You spend a lot of time talkin
About how you ball out
When u get hit you gonna run
And bleed till u fall down
I guess you didn't think we was
Down to go all out one second, you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong i'm gone
Gone
50 Cent and I'm back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex kingpin style
Ya heard me c'mon, c'mon
Make me cut something make me bust something
C'mon, c'mon i want you to
C'mon
You understand whats about to happen?
Huh huh? (do you understand?)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent, y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage
Man that shit's for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood
But I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how
You choose your words
'Cause I send niggas to put ya
Fuckin brains on the curb
Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin low you
See that gun in my hand
G-Unit, don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, I'ma say I told you boy
See you rollin with 20 niggas
We rolling with 20 guns
16 hollows is loaded in every one
I know you slow, so i do the math that's 320
Shells flyin at your ass (ha)
You spend a lot of time talkin
About how you ball out
When u get hit you gonna run
And bleed till u fall down
I guess you didn't think we was
Down to go all out one second, you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong i'm gone
Gone
50 Cent and I'm back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex kingpin style
Ya heard me c'mon, c'mon
Make me cut something make me bust something
C'mon, c'mon i want you to
C'mon