(feat. Big Kap, Kool G. Rap, Prodigy)



[Funkmaster Flex]

PRODIGY, KOOL G RAP!



[Prodigy]

Nigga, I got cash nigga

I had tooken care of real quick

I ain't wettin that



[Chorus x2: Prodigy]

Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what

We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up

What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta



See it's like, twenty-inch wheels

We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit, we so ill

Spend hundreds on our meals

Thousands on our outfits, half a mil on the houses

For thrills, fuck women in they high heels

Till they max out and pass out from how it feels

My niggas win their appeals (why?)

Cuz high-paid lawyers get broke wit big bills

Stash boxes conceal the big mills

So if we got problems, somebody get killed

And that's how it is, there's nothin you can do about it

Dead men tell no tales

And if you think a nigga gon' squeal, put up his bail

And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh

For real, I don't need no sh-ells

I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill



[Chorus x2]



[Kool G Rap]

I'm grown from blastin

You cartoon goons wit no room for ration

Flippin the soonest fashion

Booms in the room is flashin

Sip to your tune wit a passion

Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10

Neighbors tune into the booms when I clap at their men

But I ain't goin back to the penn

You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again

Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe, lappin

Make em crawl out the back of the Benz like Jacklyn

FBI we bafflin

Grab the straps get the gaffling

BGF Click, nigga we rep shit

Respect it, before your whole squad get deflected

My tec spit, leave you runnin wit chest hits, red drips

Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop 

We bang glocks, flight be comin from Bangcock

Make the pain stop

Aim cock, flame at your top till your frame drop

You in your name in the lot, flat on the strange block

 

[Chorus x4: w/slight variations]