Funkmaster Flex, JAY-Z - Freestyle #1 lyrics
[Funkmaster Flex, JAY-Z - Freestyle #1 lyrics]
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z
Coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I
Was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well
'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers
Who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in
The box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when
I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio
Don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince
'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did e'ry bit of crime
That I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when
Way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin' to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga, I'm straight gutter, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind
I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit, blow shit, smash shit, tow shit
On some sho' shit
Hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit
And I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack 'em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit
I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play
Tell me who in your circle
Could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg
I'm on some double-fo' shit
'Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only respect the Feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest
Nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
'Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom, Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal
Play diamonds in his wrist style
Sell fish scale, y'all niggas love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out
I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed
We can take this to the top baby girl
If you're not afraid, the world is watchin'
Most certainly
Clowns wanna get up in your drawers
Think they hurtin' me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out
Tennis brace out
Cartier watch, ma, diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed in her
Little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby shower
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex, yeah brooklyn
Coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I
Was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well
'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers
Who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in
The box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when
I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio
Don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince
'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did e'ry bit of crime
That I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when
Way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin' to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga, I'm straight gutter, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind
I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit, blow shit, smash shit, tow shit
On some sho' shit
Hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit
And I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack 'em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit
I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play
Tell me who in your circle
Could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg
I'm on some double-fo' shit
'Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only respect the Feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest
Nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
'Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom, Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal
Play diamonds in his wrist style
Sell fish scale, y'all niggas love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out
I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed
We can take this to the top baby girl
If you're not afraid, the world is watchin'
Most certainly
Clowns wanna get up in your drawers
Think they hurtin' me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out
Tennis brace out
Cartier watch, ma, diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed in her
Little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby shower
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex, yeah brooklyn