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funkmaster flex - live at the tunnel lyrics

everything yeah, yeah
what the f-ck n-gga
ayyo dim the lights on my sh-t son
yeah you heard, f-ck that
for my n-gga flex

[hook]
it’s like that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
it’s like that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all, it’s murda

[black child]
respect a thug, or accept a slug
or accept the death of somebody you love
that’s the rules we live by, ways i kiss by
we all murderers in the eyes of all ours
so when i pull a bubble up and back in your car
when i spit 16’s you gona wish they was sparks
can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep
slugs in your sleep while i’m plugging your freak
i’m the thug of the week, the k!ller of the millenium
spitting like a mack 10 and a 9: eminem
blasting off like flex on new years
who cares how many slugs y’all spit in the air
n-ggas over here got glock 19’s, p89’s, hollow points, and m16’s
357’s and mack11’s
we clap you come to the funeral…

[tah murdah]
motherf-cker if your holding them ?? n-gga
then i’d advise n-gga, we rip the high n-ggas
don’t matter the size n-ggas
ever since i popped up, alot of n-ggas done got stuck
while i’m laying the cut, meant that’s rocked up
believe it’s murda
n-ggas get popped up, burryed and chopped up
we don’t give a f-ck if the cops get touched
a ?? and a baby blue drop
with a stash box holding a 5th and two glocks
and every 16 i spit i ??
and won’t stop firing, firing until i got, a 4 full of money
and playboy you bunny
yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me
b-tch n-gga, acting out the life of a thug money
i hustle and, grind those block for drug money
and make sure, kept counting every stack
we drop bombs like flex and big kap

[hook]
f-ck that
it’s like that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
it’s like that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all (that y’all)
that y’all, it’s murda

[ronni bumps]
oh why must children die
i guess the lil’ n-gga want the peice of the pie, let ’em die
oh why must thug n-ggas snitch
i guess the lil’ n-gga thought he’d get a lil’ rich, lil’ b-tch
that’s why we don’t talk quick
cause n-ggas who talk quick get k!lled for the bricks
this is it, that’s why we walk with our guns
cause those without guns get k!lled by guns

[ronni bumps]
?? the one that will k!ll you son
it’s the same where ever we from, it’s the slums
we spit guns, lay you down for the 1
i love when n-ggas talk sl!ck with they tounge
you ain’t buying no one, you talking sh-t
i’m from the place get k!lled for sh-t
so f-ck where you from, better start from day 1
it’s amazing…

[vita]
murda mommy in every song
you was warned, should of listened when i told ya
it’s comming to a closeure
and almost over now
go to war like a solider now
and you rat broads running my style, i’m shutting you down
from ny to la,vi-ta from jersey
more of a b-tch then a lady
chase chips, sl!ck b-tch
with flows that’s sick, and it only gets worse…

[ja rule]
murda, is the way of the walk
and since i walk a thin line, i’m looking at n-ggas with dead eyes
and i’m baptized, my body has sined
a lil’ weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head
got me hollering, i don’t give a f-ck
about nothing at all, front
i’m blasting off, k!lling you with probabal cause
cause you probabal of thinking that you hotter then i
it will never be untill i die, and tourch the sky
h-lls angel, fly
i feel like i’m at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life
this world made me a, murderer
may the lord take you, before i murder ya
bodies turning up, and who you think got ’em all touched
muderers, is on your block catching the rush
like n-ggas can f-ck wit us, they all gonna fall
rule n-gga, it’s like that y’all

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