lirik lagu funkmaster flex - papoose | block work | funkflexfreestyle0007
[verse: papoose]
hot 97 looking at my reflection on shiny weapons
caught up in a robbery, grand larceny grimy felons
running from the beast, hearing voices behind me yelling
it’s just me and my dog, will smith, i am legend
funkmaster flexing on n~ggas pulling the gun faster
product of the new york ghetto smarter than dumb rappers
sunflower seeds, sipping the nutcracker
nice with the hands, jackie chan the drunk master
nightwalker straggler, scavenger hunting crumb~sn~tchers
you could catch herpes, watch who you smoke the blunt aftеr
always spit the truth in my songs, i’m a blunt rapper
using phillies and bamboo papеr, blunt wrapper
bible paper backwoods, swisher sweets, dutch master
opening up a gift from god, the unraveler
use black~on~black crime as an excuse, some rather
then to it~ uh, black lives really does matter
clean the filter in your ac, where all the dust gathers
disarm the gps system, number one tracker
calm and clever apple pineapple sipping that amaretta’
daredevil of the dice game, bet you i throw ‘em better
bust down cuban, i could survive a diamond tester
see me shining throwing up diamonds, roc~a~fella
underground, they threw me in a bas~m~nt and locked the cellar
i keep a knife and a smile like v is for vendetta
the retractable switchblade sharp as the arm of shredder
your boss is a rat, leonardo and donatella’
playing “looking at the front door,” bumping that large professor
go pay the avon lady, the money’s on the dresser
hard~headed teenager, ignoring my momma’s lecture
descendant of medgar evers he left us all a treasure
they princesses and queens, my sisters aren’t heifers uncle tom
uncle sam, my uncles are oppressors
hit ya’ man up with that musket over the mozzarella
they tried to stop the bleeding, they applied the pressure
put the stethoscope on his chest, laid him on a stretcher
his heart didn’t have a beat, it went acapella
they said they was impeaching the president
so his administration start decreasing the evidence
a devil who try to tell the people he heaven~sent
a psychopathic liar ‘cause he speak with embellishment
even if you like him you should see through the negligence
never let ya’ emotion supersede ya’ intelligence
stupid rappers arguing who got the harder hood
i’m a grown man, the best hood is fatherhood
told my man i needed a gun, he showed me respect
it’s like he work for cable tv, sent me a tec
the way he got the hood under pressure is absurd
the whole block run in the crib when son swerve
he be doing hits, k!ll you for one bird
my hit~maker changed his name like yung berg
everybody went broke, and the block was dry
so i already knew it was gon’ be a hot july
whenever i’m under oath i just gots to lie
so i gotta cross my heart hope not to die
they say you gotta cross ya’ t’s and dot ya’ i’s
but if you cross me my infrared dot ya’ eye
ride with the wop, keep it inside of the drop
sick and tired of the opps, i should slide through they block
live snitch you like to lie to the cops
deserve a buck fifty with the rusty side of the ox
got some money in the side of my sock
radio bumping mary j. blige on the block
top five when i’m rhyming i’m hot
if you don’t say i’m top five i put five in ya’ top
n~ggas flashing all of that money and showing that jewelry
acting like it’s all hood, really knowing that’s bougie
the revolver got a barrel when i’m throwing that toolie
they be spinning like the blender when i’m molding that smoothie
talk tough, we be knowing that’s goofy
acting like they seen it all, till i show ‘em that movie
screaming bust me down, get a no to that usually
‘cause they can’t afford a pack, they was smoking that loosie
if i say i got the wop, i ain’t talking no coochie
if i say i got the wop, then i’m toting that uzi
oowop, i be speeding down new lots
bag full of money i just took it out the shoebox
crew pop like damu pop advise you pop
walk new plots i ride through blocks and find new spots
nuh~uh you not, uh~huh you watch
when i hop out the dread be like ‘me not do dat’
get lined up like five rooftops, i cop two glocks
find you behind new lots ‘cause papoose got
two knots inside tube socks, few rocks inside shoebox
you got two hot blocks, who block you got?
you dropped you dropped, you hot you not
you popped you flopped, you got to stop hops you not tupac
shoot shots through blocks it’s doo~wop
popping kulats
every last one of you n~ggas could eat the oowop
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