The Mix Tape Volume II — текст песни (Funkmaster Flex f Ras T)

Whoooooh!
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method

[Ras T]
Finally, could it be?
The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
Some say..

[Funkmaster Flex]
Big shout to the overseer Salaam

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method

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* cut and scratched by Flex *
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method

[Ras T]
Finally, could it be?
The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
Some say that I`ma trip cause Moet I sip
But I`m, gettin money so I live like that
I can`t fuck with charity, I don`t give like that
But I`m known to take yours if mines ain`t enough
Armed robbery is how, I got free stuff
The black assassin smash a niggaz grill
I beat yo` ass down til your girl say chill
or I could be real mean and rip out your spleen
and push your wig way back to bell bottom jeans
Niggaz fiend, for the rhymes that I kick
You say I`m not the best, you wanna bet me a brick?
And I`ll bet you leave here mad and broke
Now explain to your man how you lost his coke
Pockets is mad broke, you bein big at rabbit ears
He`ll have you runnin through the desert
with less than underwear
That Queens villain, illin again
Ras T`s on the mic with the braids and Timbs

Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel -> Meth
Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue .. -> Meth