Funkmaster Flex - Freestyle #13 lyrics

Yeah, you know I had to get
Bad Boy up on this piece
You know I had to get Bad
Boy up on this piece!
Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious BIG
One time!

I'd rather not breathe than snitch
And I love my niggas not my bitch
LOX pop the clip
If the rap game was the dope game
I be a chink named Liu Kang
Sellin' Montega on my own plane
Movin' with, entrepreneurs, who run the law
Coke sniffin' bitches holdin' fours
Talkin' war
Back to reality my mentality is fatality
Niggas makin' way over they salary
I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out
Thugs meetin' up in one city
To have a spray out
Cartels bring in they coke
Havin' a weigh out
Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit
Ayo Styles don't exist, so a cell ain't shit
Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
If they put me in a
Cell then my ghost'll drift hold my inf
Feel my soul give me the strength

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop the gat, aim, squeeze precisely
Where them niggas at? Them
Faggots are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too nice
Please
Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
Don't be like me, hard headed, and stubborn
When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
You got one turn, I suggest you show
Me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
When I was born
I know I make the world darker
The age of fifteen, tote gats
Quick to spark ya
Like Bob Barker, if the price is right
Lay your ass down for spite, anybody, aight?
Went from eatin' no frills
Cereals with food stamps
To Armani materials, coppin' Rembrandts
What!

I got cats to spray for me
Honeys that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
Cats that spray for me
Honeys that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me

Uhh, uhh, talkin' to me doin shit for you
Try God 'Cause after one in your cabbage
You as good as retard
Mr big Style, too cool, I did this to you
Whirlpool maxin', lounge to the end
Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz
While y'all still fuckin' with
Them twins from Flatte
I'm out in Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacey Dash
Fuck police talk black
I don't do shit in New York
Too many super cops nigga
You can have these blocks
And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos
Get some new clothes
Then I let you front in my Porsche
And give Jay head
'til your squeaky voice turns hoarse

Four minutes and twenty five
Seconds to your end you know it be the Kiss
Grantin' your last wish
Everybody wanna know who The LOX is
'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out
But that hot shit
Burnin' trees, sippin' Mo', eatin' lobsters
Up in the oriental joint, usin' chopsticks
Soon we gon' rock gators
Hit bitches from Barbados
Then all y'all players gon' hate us
'Cause everything we do
Stay gettin' overlooked
Now y'all be shook 'cause you
Dealin' with real crooks
I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us
But now, if you can't beat us, join us
We tryin' to blow lye with
The Sultan of Brunei in it for the cheddar
Gucci slip-ons and sweaters
Black M5 with the headers
Andrew Mark be the leathers
Mob hats with the feathers
Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh