I Don’t Care Funkmaster Flex (Ft. Jadakiss)
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[Intro: Jadakiss]
Still just happy to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggas half nice, then that mean they half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
I even give daps to niggas I blast at
And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
'Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
'Cause I'm tryin' to be around like Boston Baked Beans
Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin' your children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the building
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the Glock
And drive around with no coat 'cause my seats is hot
Fuck buyin' a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
Or either with my niggas, at the firin' range
While y'all clown niggas keep jokin', and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin'
Still just happy to be here, y'know?
Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uhh..
Two thousand, what, what, yo
I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggas half nice, then that mean they half wack
Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
I even give daps to niggas I blast at
And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
'Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
'Cause I'm tryin' to be around like Boston Baked Beans
Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin' your children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the building
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the Glock
And drive around with no coat 'cause my seats is hot
Fuck buyin' a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
Or either with my niggas, at the firin' range
While y'all clown niggas keep jokin', and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin'
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