Funkmaster Flex - Freestyle Over Xzibit "At the Speed of Life" Instrumental lyrics

[Big Punisher] It's my life, my money, my world, my girls TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail Want me to fail cause you on my dick But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me sh** [Armageddon] It's my life, it's my world, my perogative To push things and chase girls that dress provacative Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop Turnin hands to Glocks, blow you back to your essence I go back in time, stop your a** back to the present Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin Took this rap game over then mastered it Blast my sh**, this song change sh**ty records that after it [Big Punisher] Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherf**in car With a ? I'm k**in like Chicci from Southern Boulevard I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pa** it off Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest Run the rukkus through the roughest motherf**ers Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin a** Crushin gla** in n***a's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles You Ain't A k**er for the Terror Squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your d**h [Fat Joe] You better slide or catch this homicide Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake) So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines Player haters never wanna see my shine Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes On my way to ?less fools? Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids Or live in ma**, suite and lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist It ain't sh** for for s**, money, and d** True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs What the fu*k Joe Crack? Twist your cap back Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks [Cuban Link] Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out My name when you need, I make a n***a brain fall out Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherf**ers Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others Cause some n***as ain't real, they talk mad sh** Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit [Big Punisher] It's my life, my money, my world, my girls TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail Want me to fail cause you on my dick But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me sh**