The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu — текст песни (Funkmaster Flex f Drag-On)

[Funk Flex]
Ah this shit is ugly right here
Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
Shout out to Uncle Ray
New York City are you fuckin ready?!!

[Drag-On]
We gon smoke trees like them legalize it
Here`s a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
Seen? Long as it`s Funkmaster Flex
Me don`t care if me flunk or pass the test
The pump will take a chunk out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test
Read my basketball files
They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls
Clubs hand check us now
Chicks hand fuck us now
That`s why niggas like fuck us now
I tell a nigga it`s not likely that my four is missin
So just lay down and audition for your mortician
Make you give that cash up
I`ll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya
Trust me them pits`ll catch ya
Make you spit up ketchup, extra
Layin right next to
Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up
Before this shit I was a rapper
Cuz while my face was masked up
Y`all niggas was wrapped up, act up!

[HOOK]
D-R-A-G dash O-N
Call me Drag-On I`m hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*}

(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)

[Drag-On]
You can see the tears in the eyes of men die
You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry
Seen? Ain`t that right Flex, go head dawg show `em off
Show `em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled
I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls
Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ???
Wanna see me on they period can`t be seriously
The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt
And told him Drag-On and pass it on
I`m 140 so I wear my gun sporty
Switch `em like a pair of Timbs and never wear `em again
Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy
You don`t run around wit the shotty boy
It`s not a cause
Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder
In the BX pumpin` a lot of noise

[Funk Flex]
Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder
Shut ya fuckin face
Y`all mean nothin to me!
Y`all ain`t got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean?
Be clear! I`m the king of this shit right here nigga!
Fix your fuckin face!
Matter fact peel your fuckin pocket, BITCH!