Murder Inc. Thugged Out Franchise Funk Flex! Big Dog, Pink Bull Two Suburbans in a fuckin' hearse Cause Funk Flex and Nury are killin' em out there Scream at ya boy! Yeah me and Pun used to slap niggas And pack max In the back of the Axe with black niggas On weekends with the Reekers Cause nigga I fit You see I'm half fuckin' black and motherfuckin' speak You shoulda learned a long time ago Da da da da How I hit a nigga up Da da da da Niggas fans worry You see a Smirnoff and Cranberry My shots comin' in threes like Marbury Wanna see how These fake niggas'll act When my shotguns are erased They stomachin' backs Call me Jose Most shootouts Most guns Most of these niggas just mostly run You see I'm back spittin' And still cookin' in the kitchen I'm still a chef Ain't a fuckin' brand missin' Niggas outta order Yo but *** gon' change How they life gettin' shorter Like Mr. T. Chase Bass to bass in the music I done make you jump and go Dun dun dun da da da da da da Don't be actin' like a punk Before we put you in the trunk You goin' Dun dun dun da da da da da da Or I go wild like the hill With my hand on the pump and go Dun dun dun da da da da da da *** it we gettin' drunk And smokin' that skunk I'm goin' Dun dun dun da da da da da da My caller ID is *** up I can't see the number Feelin' like Stevie Wonder The hood took me under I miss my niggas I wanna see em All my niggas is dead Layin' in mausoleums And for my niggas That's locked up The same *** I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas The all list Picture us Goin' all legit With all this Line em up Get em all together They all miss See All my niggas be starvin' And waitin' They take a nigga hockey mask off Like Jason Dead Armstrong Face drop to the pavement In 2000 I don't get along with niggas That's why you never hear me On a song with the niggas Just my clique Roll strong with the niggas Wait till we see y'all A song with you niggas And I could just slap y'all Go on little niggas We hit the bass And the music That'll make you jump and go Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Don't be actin' like a punk Before we put you in a trunk You goin' Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Rock a while like the hill With my hand on the pump And go Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun *** it, we gettin' drunk And smokin' that skunk I'm goin' Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Big dog, pink balls, funk flex Big cap, cypher sounds Mr. C Johnny Walker Red DJ K.O.R.I. Frank Jugga Koryak The funk regulators see it Keep it gator And keep it global SP killin' this *** It's fuckin' ugly Cut this *** off It's a fuckin' rap