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funkmaster flex - freestyle over mobb deep "give up the goods (just step)" lyrics

[havoc]
the ill-strious
ashes to ashes and dust to dust, if you f-ck with us
it’s a must we busting if you stand with us
nine times out of ten son, he might get bucked
is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that
get this money up, live right, then it’s put right
anybody standing in the mobb way, the hard way
to get his ? feet and the extra ? never lose sleep
never roll less than two deep
cause we mobb deep roll silent on this hard street
talk the ? only eat dog meat we was stompin on
have your mind baffled like an unknown phenomenon
chop sh-t up like it’s time for some

havoc:
and all you b-tches that you hittin’ we done ran through that
plus ? that’s why the king’s stand will crack

big noyd:
i die from the causes
dive in these streets of new york kid
i’m dyin to find who the informer is
you know the fam strictly biz
so what the deal is dude, think you got a little confused
comin out of qb not dc
any problemo then see me
bring it to the t-o-p
rapper noyd baby comin at ya
holdin it down gettin around
constantly comin at ya
right back at ya with thug sh-t
sit back relax you’ll love this
slim jim, brown skin and rugged
timb’s unfastened pants saggin f-ck it
we can do it however you want it
even e&j or either blunted
catch me sober
peel a heat out of the holster and mini rover
it’s the new noyd order
i slaughter with havoc and p
funk flex final chapter volume 3 n-gga

(funkmaste flex shout outs)

prodigy:
meditate to this
celbrate my sh-t
here’s a toast to the most loved rap cage n-ggas
entertain the thought
of the grain being crossed
and the pain is brought, cuz in vain you talked
this be the rapture they spoke of in revelations
reveal the truth to the nations, it’s only basic
public relations so real you could taste it
bitter to the mouth of those that hate this sh-t

calico:
face off, jake’s tryin to slap me in bracelets
my rap papers is so major
base a wager that timax won’t pull out first
calico’s verse fire, can i disperse
max like ? sax and a-blac ?
dun burn that, put it all in they ear don’t hold back
in the ac with the rest of my type, only my kind
n-ggas that’ll take you to war, you outta line

prodigy:
you crossed the fine sp-ce between love and hatred
entertwined with the rest of my elite clique
countermoves get plenty steps ahead of you
men’ll do all type of sh-t just to prove
they militant but get knocked the f-ck out the box quick
they must have forgot how the mobb drop jewels and take spots
y’all dudes don’t deserve to eat
mic check n-gga, drop it like it’s hot and bleed

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