Willie Stubz - Tudunn Tudunn Tudunn (Make U Jump) lyrics

[Funkmaster Flex] Murder Inc Thugged Out Franchise Funk Flex Big dog pit bulls! Two suburbans and a f**ing Hurst! Cause Funk Flex and Nore are k**in' em out there! Scream at ya boy! [Noreaga] Yo me and Pun used to slap n***as And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black n***as On weekends with the Ricans cause n***a I fit You see I'm half f**ing black and motherf**ing spik Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn How I hit a n***a up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn n***as fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary Wanna see how these fake n***as'll act When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns Most of these n***as just mostly run You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen I'm still a chef ain't a f**ing gram missing n***as out of order you know sh** gone change How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain (Chorus) [Willie Stubz] The ba** and the music that'll make you jump It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn f** it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn [Funkmaster Flex - overlapping last line of Chorus] Yeah, It's going down! Funk Flex, Nore! [Noreaga] My caller ID is f**ed up I can't see the number Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under I miss my n***as I wanna see em All my n***as that's dead laying in mausoleums For my n***as that's locked up the same sh** I told y'all n***as I hold y'all n***as to all this Picture us going all legit with all this Line em up; get em all together they all miss See all my n***as we starvin' and waitin' To take a n***a hockey mask off like Jason Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement In 2000 I don't get along with n***as That's why you never me on a song with a n***as Just my clique roll strong them n***as And wait till we see y'all it's on with you n***as And I could just slap y'all go on little n***as (Chorus) [Funkmaster Flex] Big dog pit bulls! Funk Flex, Big Kap! Cipher sounds! Mr. Cee! Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore! Frank Jigga, Corey Ock! The Funk Regulator C-note! Keep It Gator! And keep it global! SPk**a this sh** is f**ing ugly! Cut this sh** off, it's a f**ing wrap!