Текст песни Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Fun
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[Busta Rhymes]Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3![Rampage]It`s like battle of the stars, spittin` barsForeign cars, never been to MarsI`m the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick roadFlip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed98 platinum an` the goldI`m a dissector, 15 on the richterYo they owe me publishin` at ElektraDon`t let the Ramp wretch ya, I`m-a catch yaMy squad bring the pressure, new trend setterWatch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin` better, WHA![Baby Sham]Let me find out niggaz poppin` shit from the mouthPost-ponin` some two macs that`s spittin` from the holstersYou feel this cuz you chose thisI split wigs like the ocean, respect MosesMore clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin` this shitSo bounce to this, rollie on wrist My platinum shit half wit` sinSee me in the club by the door bulgin` inRockin` the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skinBaby Sham spittin` all in the mix on foul blendsUnhh...uhhh...CHORUS:[Busta] What ya`ll niggaz wanna do right now?[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again[Busta] I...say...do that shit[Flip Mode] I say do that shit[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit![Busta] You know we comin` through shit[Flip Mode] You know we comin` thru shit[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit![Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit![Rah Digga]What?! You like the hooptie that ain`t been test drivenI say fresh spittin`, less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?Watch `mira` mack the steezThen I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin QueensDigga on the track watch the sales quadrupleFlex like I`m feelin` it, red like my poo-poo!Some shit with Fendi type galoshesOn some Rah-shit wit` real estate where the Taj isFuckin` with the Outz on the pre-productHad this other click once but they reefer suckedWell, time to blaze watch how I swingCuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming[Spliff Star]Interception, throw the microphone in my directionLet me step to these pussies raw dog wit` no protectionStrokin` dem until they bleed and they can`t breatheRun up in they click with ten terrorizing theivesYa`ll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWATSpliff Star comin` through ya like it or notHigh off pot, make it hot like a coke plotRefuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I`m earnin` my props, WHAT!CHORUS[Lord Have Mercy]Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this EarthKeep `em runnin` from birth til` the jet black bubble cris HurstAnd run a stick turf wit` double his purseHustlin` curse like pastors who got guns in the churchOnes in the church...hmmm...rum in the churchDark, kissin` a worm til` they jugular burstSpeak last rites then kick the dust on them firstKemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me(For-geddit) Call shots wit` me (for-geddit)Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cowMy rhyme blaze up for nine acres...[Busta Rhymes]...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papersTell me what`s wrong nigga got yo face bent upBeats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed upStep up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest upWhen you finish clean the mess up, press upMetaphor acid burn yo chest upWho`s the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-erThrowin` me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh![CHORUS][Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin` how