Let’s Be Specific
(Chorus)
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific (2x)
(Funkmaster Flex)
This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all
(Cool Whip)
You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse whenny I pull steel, kill you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments
Lyrical guns bust, Bibles you trust and body parts turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when your women's in term, I sperm grenades
Got you swimming while you're dreaming in Cool Whip semen
Headaches are like earthquakes, breakin you down
And crying out for your lady, muthafuking crybaby
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(Havoc)
For Duck Down we juxxin
If you got work we like it gets tooken
Put you on your back, send you on your way
Yo, good looking, nab the kids in the cab
The halls in ?your louis? in Brooklyn
Getting to' up from the flo' up hit the dress sto' up
Got the 80 auto in case ya nigga want to roll up
Get your muthafucking shit swole up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making cheese by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Though my goal is to leave out of state, push keys
(Tragedy)
The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the henny demon, niggas is scheming
My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega
Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rep for dolo
Fuk one time, I'm bucking back at the po po
It's the ?Dany? got me acting like that
Squeeze macs outta states, ass, money and tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs
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(Raekwon)
Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo
It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
For real, Shaolin, house of wil'in', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyst, watch the ice turn blue
But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggas who bless cassettes
Peace my niggas, one love to Funkmaster Flex
(Freddie Foxx)
I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw
99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuk out, I'm stomping on mice
They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fuked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up
Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the block rock down to rhymesayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggas to the blade is mad dull
Chorus