Funkmaster Flex - Flex Outro - Funkmaster Flex lyrics

Everything yeah, yeah What the f** n***a Ayyo dim the lights on my sh** son Yeah you heard, f** that For my n***a Flex [Chorus:] It's like that why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) It's like that why'all (that why'all) That why'all (that why'all) That why'all, It's murda Respect a thug, or accept a slug Or accept the d**h 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 sixteen's you gonna 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**er of the millennium Spitting like mack ten and a nine ?? Blasting off like Flex on New Years Who cares how many slugs why'all spit in the air n***az over here got glock nineteen's, P89's, hollow points, and M16's Three fifty-seven's and mack11's We clap you come to the funeral... Motherf**er if your holding them ?? n***a Then I'd advise n***a, we rip the high n***as Don't matter the size n***az Ever since I popped up, a lot of n***az done got stuck While I'm laying the cut, meant that's rocked up Believe it's murda n***az get popped up, buried and chopped up We don't give a f** if the cops get touched A ?? and a baby blue drop With a stash box holding a fifth and two glocks And every sixteen I spit I ?? And won't stop firing, firing until I got, a four full of money And playboy you bunny Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me b**h n***a, 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 [Chorus:] f** that Oh why must children die I guess the lil' n***a want the piece of the pie, let 'em die Oh why must thug n***az snitch I guess the lil' n***a thought he'd get a lil' rich, lil' b**h That's why we don't talk quick 'Cause n***az who talk quick get k**ed for the bricks This is it, that's why we walk with our guns 'Cause those without guns get k**ed by guns ?? the one that will k** 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***az talk slick with they tongue You ain't buying no one, you talking sh** I'm from the place get k**ed for sh** So f** where you from, better start from day 1 It's amazing... Murda mommy in every song You was warned, should of listened when I told ya It's coming to a closure And almost over now Go to war like a solider now And you rat broads running my style, I'm shutting you down From N.Y. to L.A., Vi-ta from Jersey More of a b**h then a lady Chase chips, slick b**h With flows that's sick, and it only gets worse... [Chorus:] f** that Murda, is the way of the walk And since I walk a thin line, I'm looking at n***az with dead eyes And I'm baptized, my body has sinned A lil' weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head Got me hollering, I don't give a f**! About nothing at all, front I'm blasting off, k**ing you with probable cause 'Cause you probable of thinking that you hotter then I It will never be until I die, and touch the sky Hells 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 Murderers, is on your block catching the rush Like n***az can f** wit us, they all gonna fall Rule n***a, It's like that why'all