[Intro]
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
[Verse 1]
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, 'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince, 'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did e'ry bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin' to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga, I'm straight gutter, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit, blow shit, smash shit, tow shit
On some sho' shit, hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack 'em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play
Tell me who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
'Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only respect the Feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
'Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
[Verse 1]
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, 'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince, 'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did e'ry bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin' to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga, I'm straight gutter, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit, blow shit, smash shit, tow shit
On some sho' shit, hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack 'em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play
Tell me who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
'Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only respect the Feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
'Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!
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