Funkmaster Flex - Freestyle - Notorious B.I.G. & The L.O.X. 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 B.I.G., one time I'd rather not breathe than snitch And I love my n***az not my b**h, Lox pop the clip Hit the rap game what's the dope name I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I take her on my own fame Movin' with, entrepreneurs, from the law Coke sniffin' b**hes hold the fort it's off the wall Back to reality my mentality is fatality n***az makin' way over they salary I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out Cartels bring in they coke, havin' a weigh out Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't sh** Jail ain't sh**, 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 n***az at? Them feds are sheisty See the problem's that, you way too nice please Where that coke at? f** where it might be Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted 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 a** down for spite, anybody aight? Went from eatin' no frills cereals with food stamps Tto Armani materials, coppin' Rembrandts 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' sh** for you, try God 'Cause after, runnin' 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 f**in' with them twins from Flatte Somehow Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacy Dash f** police talk black I'm the sh*t in New York Too many supercops n***a, you can have these blocks And these hoes, with them cheap a** 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 L.O.X is 'Cause we ain't spittin' nuttin' out but that hot sh** Burnin' trees, sippin' mo', eatin' lobsters Up in the oriental joint, usin' chopsticks Soon we gonna rock gators, hit b**hes from Barbados Then all y'all players gonna 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 In-5 with the headers Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers Whatever, goodfellas, uhh