Funkmaster Flex, Nas - Freestyle #4 lyrics

Yo, Funk Flex
What the fuck is the dealy my niggy
This is Nas in your area
Y'all know the signs, right
Rhymes, cash, weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap singers is who we are
Nasty to Nas, Nas to Escobar
Rhymes, cash, the weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
From Nasty to Nas, Nas to Escobar
Y'all know this shit right
We gon' get it right
Get high tonight, Funk Flex right

My first tool 22s
I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels
Gold chains, Halloween
We bombed Sunday schools
First blunts, cuttin' class
First wifey had me nuttin' fast
Used to brag about who I had
Always wore a bag on my dick
Pants sagged on my kicks
Converse weapons, yellow, and purple magics
Bird had that black shit
Shorties jumpin' on mattress
'97, pockets is fat, rock a stockin' cap
Under Yankee hats
God, painted me black, thanks for that
I'm original man
Show improve the mack move right in my hand
Blow dro, murderer MO, gone for O
Tinted window, Hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco
Heavy metal can wet you, yo bless you
Jail niggas go ta hell quicker
Lick you with that huntin' shot
Rockin' VVS rocks, stylin', wildin'
Peace to Queensbridge housin'
Congratulate Flex, five hundred thousand sold
Fuckin' better than gold, nigga