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Funkmaster Flex
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For My Thugs (Featuring Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel & Amil)
Lyricist:Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson, Amil Whitehead
This one for the future Everybody wanna be a Roc-A-Fella gangsta Hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this one's for my thugs
Wanna drive by the hood and dump Come on, stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch
Is this what you want? ***** that's clappin' that priest Runnin' the streets, lawless, blastin' police Stickin' Furby's out the window, snatchin' your niece And nah, we don't just rap, we clap, you past the seats
Me with the Twin Eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek And I got the whole city ready to throw toast with me I'm loved, ***** wanna throw slugs with Jigga All they need is a reason to show love for Jigga
***** wanna go back to back till both of our gats clack Till we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back ***** ain't met ya hat, entered in ya shoulder Exit out ya back, gangsta ****
I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club ***** My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****
Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted When I talk the whole block muted Like E.F. Hutton style, Bleek not frontin' now We suit up for war with no button down We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up
Put four in your cage, the other four in your face And you don't want that, I catch a ***** pump at Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back Me, Bean, Jay, **** you can't front that Weed, coke, dope, Bleek ***** pump that
Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up Sit low in the seat, my weed I roll up Smoke one to the head Come between my stomach and leg
Yeah, I'm the thuggin' the street You don't want nothin' with Bleek It's Roc-A-Fella for life, you know that **** Get your ones, get your guns , ***** throw that ****
I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs With my thug ******, slug ******, tear the club ****** My, I don't give a **** ****** it's all love ******
This goes out to my give head ***** Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My suck **** *****, supply cookie ****** Yo, I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets Like I spit for beets, like I ride for my peeps
Yo, I love this glamor **** but ***** I been gutter Before can I get it and double excel covers I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore I like everythin' from my **** to my bras raw
Yeah, is my street ****** not into this Nay, is my street ****** not into this Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel You know the rock to itchy finger the tussle
This territory locked, no more room in this hustle Check the sound scan we gettin' platinum plaques and bundles Verses I lye them down, they never die down If the crowd rile down then fire another round
I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club ***** My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****
That it go through your jeep You know I'm controllin' the street Beanie Sigel, Hove, and Bleek I keep rope and a baby mack, don't get your ladies *******
Comin' out that baby gat, ****** with a crazy cat I know you wanna lay me flat ****, plenty ***** wanna pay me back
Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups For the soft and the cooked up They lost when they looked up
Why you think I roll with the Roc? Everybody I roll with **** Everybody I roll with got ***** Ain't stoppin' me from takin' over blocks
West Coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop Order hour fifteen, I spur on your team four pound hecklin' cocked Jeckle ya block, settin' off Viper alarms, strikin' ya mom Roc-A-Fella dynasty, gotcha last right in their palms
I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club ***** My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****
Slug *****, tear the club ***** My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love ***** Sicka for the club, sicka for the lady, this is for my thugs Slug *****, tear the club ****** My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love ****
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