Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
"Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Rampage Lyrics"
Uncle Walter Lyrics
Your Uncle Walter's going on and on 'bout everything he's seen and done the voice of fifty years experience he's drunk watching the television you know he's been around the world last night he flew to Baghdad in his magical armchair with cigarettes and a six pack yeah, he just got back the spit's flyin
Your Uncle Walter's going on and on 'bout everything he's seen and done the voice of fifty years experience he's drunk watching the television you know he's been around the world last night he flew to Baghdad in his magical armchair with cigarettes and a six pack yeah, he just got back the spit's flyin
(Busta Rhymes)
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen to what I say
Listen to what I talk
Listen to how we walk
Hey, check it out, listen to what I do
Yo bust it out, yo, what, hey yo yo yo
And Busta Rhymes coming in live
Some of you niggaz had me knock shit down for nine-five
[I'm ready to set it nigga] Yeah yeah yeah
[Check it out check it out]
(Rampage)
I told you last year that I burned you in a flame
Now this year, I'm wreckin average niggaz in the game
A lotta niggaz got two albums I can't exp
Stabbed In The Back Lyrics
We were brother, you and me loyal to our hardcore scene our thought, our aims, our goals were true then someting happened to you you changed I remember all the things you said shit you said ! I guess it was a just a buch of fucking lies fucking lies! stabbed us all in the back right in the back
lainWe were brother, you and me loyal to our hardcore scene our thought, our aims, our goals were true then someting happened to you you changed I remember all the things you said shit you said ! I guess it was a just a buch of fucking lies fucking lies! stabbed us all in the back right in the back
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
The way I play the game you think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout, stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball, I can never fall
Now I got you open like the mall
With Funkmaster Flex boom bangin in your projects
To my niggaz in the Lands, Beemers, to the Lex
Now Busta Rhymes, what you wanna do
Represent for the motherfuckin Flip Mode crew
(Busta Rhymes)
Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb
Yo, I burn y
White Christmas Lyrics
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas With every Christmas card I write "May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmas's be white&quo
ur food like FlorenceI'm dreaming of a White Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a White Christmas With every Christmas card I write "May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmas's be white&quo
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you cut like pro-caine
Ooooh, I be insane to your brain
Right on your subconcious I leave my shit stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall, keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
Yo, everything remains raw
Outlaw nigga living right next door
W
Goodbye Says It All Lyrics
(Johnny Macrae, Bobby Fischer, Charlie Black) It's another back-door sneakin' in Where you been? midnight Quiet as a mack truck-lotsa luck Thinkin' up an alibi But every light in the house is on Everything is gone Chorus: She left me no chance at redemption No further exemption Just a bi
hen I step in the place I leave damages(Johnny Macrae, Bobby Fischer, Charlie Black) It's another back-door sneakin' in Where you been? midnight Quiet as a mack truck-lotsa luck Thinkin' up an alibi But every light in the house is on Everything is gone Chorus: She left me no chance at redemption No further exemption Just a bi
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie about your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine
When I round up my Flip Mode niggaz and get cream
Hey you, you know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
[Flex blends this into the beginning of Mobb Deep's "Give up the Goods"]