Lyrics:
Machine Gun Funk Big Poppa
I'm steaming shrimp and lobster
No lean I'm sipping vodka
So clean Big Pimpin Patna
Rest in peace to Regis
I swipe
an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like
cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing
Niggas out of order you know shit gone change
How they life getting shorter
Like Mr t's
got my pistol close at hand, this for the REAL,
Real pussies in the can
[Bridge One-Lil Wayne/Mr. Ivan]
The rhymes you are about to hear are true.
the Easy Jesus You know
Yo fuck that
I aint gon change for nobody nigga
If you a real individual you feel me in your heart
I don't fake no funk I dont tell
{Kardinal}
You {you}, me {me}, powerful {so powerful}
We're fighting for this goal and we ain't gonna stop
{We ain't never gonna stop y'all}
I said you
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note
*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you
It's breaktime
[Lil Wayne:]
But I never take a break
I never take a break till I see heaven on the gates
I stick that metal in ya face and now they call
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
Blast
You can't run cos I'm way too fast
Barry Allen but the skin lil' dark
Top of the league and I never come last
Cos I'm Haaland, give me the ball
a little, bit still in the game
I'm tired of being in a slump
No longer can I fake the funk
I'm tired of being in a slump
Hey, this is what I call a dunk
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
Christmas
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
One bitch two bitch but I want you bitch
Cupid didn't miss never felt like this
Every time I see you I feel
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow
Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
So take off
when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow
Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius
So take off
every so often
You sayin' I got my swagger back
I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
Get
lil nigga bring it out
My money n my blower
2 Things I could never leave Without
Nigga fuck is niggas talking bout
Shoot him in his leg and tell
A pussy
ni**as gon fake the funk
Some gon take that leap of faith, and some ni**as afraid to jump
Coach said never hesitate with the pull up
Pex said make they
patron
Never fall out by money
Cause' we gone' get some more
I'm from the streets, I won't fold
I just live by the code
My double cup is so dirty
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