lirik lagu funkmaster flex - feelin the hate - ja rule & the murderers
– uncredited, but +probably+ charli baltimore
[funkmaster flex]
murder inc baby
[tah murdah]
y’all motherf-ckers know what this sh-t is
take over n-gg- (gimme that sh-t man)
funk flex n-gg-
murder inc n-gg-
tah murdah, black child, c.b., o1
and my n-gg- ja rule
[black child & tah murdah]
yeah put your motherf-ckin fingers in the air, we here
and it’s money and murda all year
yo it’s nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
a hundred mill is deep all black we killers
nothing but the realer n-gg-z and we after skrilla
so if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
b-tch n-gg- throw em up, we still don’t give a f-ck
this is flex sh-t we party reckless you can’t exit
and all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
throw your guns up, throw em up, and f-ck keepin the chome tucked
spit on some sh-t and shatted and tear your bones up
cadillac escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
we blow dro in the no-smoking sections
toting weapons, smokin sessions
n-gg- better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
when you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
remorseless, yeah never the less
when i spit sh-t’ll rip through your leather and vest
all my 70’s babies on henny and haze
feel me baby, i was slingin twenties in the shade
killers hate me, n-gg-z wanna see me in my grave
n-gg-z make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
i’m a pov city hustler, i’m from the woodhull gutters
which means it’s still murda motherf-cker
[chorus: ronnie b-mps]
have you ever had a p-ssy n-gg- runnin his mouth
that’s a n-gg- that you kill, let him die down south
get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
i’m druged up of an ounce of ‘dro, i want dough
and the same n-gg-z who killed your pops, kill em all
stop, wait, multiply the eight
feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
proper, killer, copper, sh-t has just begun
[c.b.]
what, what..
what the f-ck, been a menace since +volume iii+
when i was un un un’nin, p-ssy second coming
who the f-ck what want it wit’cha
chrome twenties on a squad of ducks
sittin spittin fifty get wit me
b-tch hustle n-gg-, earn stripes
me and chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right
hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
i get in ya, f-ck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars
[o1]
as far as the dough go i’m hungry, i need this bread
i ain’t sharin with none of y’all, i’m killin n-gg-z instead
poppin lead, somebody’s gonna wind up dead
hard drugs over the edge, i’m out of my head
y’all n-gg-z ready to die?
i’m layin n-gg-z down flat, you’ll be dead in the sky
n-gg-z ain’t built for crime
n-gg-z ain’t built for street life, so f-ck five mics
f-ck pigs, f-ck police, murda for life n-gg-
[chorus]
[ja rule]
motherf-ckers, i’m untearable and i’ll p-ss on you
that heat you spit, i spits that too
put three in you, match yo’ name
it’s really the rule n-gg- that pops them thangs
for real, it’s in my bloodline ready to kill
cause n-gg- i happen to know you
it’s about time i expose you
the world over, you fraudulent n-gg-z it’s all over
get ready, the hostile murderers take over
you scared but don’t know
cause i like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
i, mack cold blooded and b-tches i f-cks love it
i’ll -sss-ssinate your character and think nothin of it
i’m a murderer, n-gg-z must not value they life
cause i’m a murderer, n-gg-z best be ready to die
i’m a murderer, n-gg-z scared it’s all in they eyes
funk flex, i-n-c, it’s murda for life
[tah murdah]
my n-gg- bj
ronnie b-mps
my n-gg- pre
my n-gg- dirty
funk flex n-gg-
funk flex n-gg-
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