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Dipset - "Funkmaster Flex Hot 97 Freestyle"
Lyrics to Funkmaster Flex Hot 97 Freestyle : [DukeDaGod] Its Dipset all day. The Movement Moves On [CamRon] New York City, you are now tuned in to Americas # 1 station, Hot 97 In conjunction with Americas # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex In collaboration with Americas, pardon me, #1 independent rap label Dipset. And right now Im accompanied by greatness Uhh-huh. My man Hell Rells in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh J.R. Writers here, you know hes the writer of writers Right now, I dont know where Santanas out, he probably in Brazil Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin over there You was right, put work on they block. Sell more than they sell I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie Im waitin in the wings for somebody to act stupid. Im right here You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa I think Ima go with something different this year. Ima go with... [Hook: J.R. Writer and CamRon] We guerilla breathin, we guerilla breeding Its the Dips, get the drift, This is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, Paid checks heavy Its King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready We guerilla breathin, Killa Season Feel the Evening, Killin Season Watch him kill the season paid checks heavy Its Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready [CamRon] Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet Live from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit To the day of a reign, I aim and flame leave a lane The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks Bricks exchange, throw the kid some change Look homeboy, I aint trying to get no names Must of sniffed cocaine, lookin at my Diplo chain The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein Old ladies just stop and say its yo thang Cant deny em, look down my wrist go bling Bling bling, listening, come and get some cash First kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass Back in my zone homes, get ya mind right The 2-3 or 3-2, na its the twilight Its the highlights of my life Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like Ten on the dope, ten thats beside knife Ten in the hood, ten thats besides night And they tied tight, my family ties tight Ten town 200 bricks, forget 5 mics [Hook: J.R. Writer] You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin Its the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy Its King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin Its the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy Its King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready [CamRon] Thats 1 and out, lets go, lets keep it movin. Thats 1 song I mean lets go, you wanna get... I mean Hell Rell you aint say nothing that song Lets go, Lets go. I mean thats 1 and out. Thats 1 song down Thats heat rock. Lets go. Ima step out. J.R. lace em up Ima come back in a minute. Yall get busy Alright we got this man (Hell Rell). Let me hear a hook on this [Hook: J.R. Writer] Its kinda hard to doubt that we aint a slaughterhouse Dip radio youre now tuned in to the Hardest Out Slash the first to ride, you aint never heard of fly Have you mourning, nicca my Gs is certified [Hell Rell] I slow flowed yall to death These hustlas actin like they coke hard to stretch Any broads wantin me to put cash in they purse Like they wrote half of my verse, nope I give a few some credit, Dipset ya dude bring my cash on a verse Plus I hold a welfare card cause thats how I work Im bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the trunk Be at the Funk Flex show with you in the trunk If they said I couldnt do it, they put me to the test But I proved to all them suckers I was worthy of success Teacher said I was a uhh, was wastin time in her class It was more like she was wastin mine, I had them dimes on the ave Mamma said I was a dead shot locked up in a can Nope, got it poppin with Cam, up in a drop like shabam But why they knockin that man, cause of the rocks on his hand Or the Air Forces theyll never see cause they got copped at Japan Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his steel He supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a deal He was just shootin a uzi, now he shootin a movie And all his mans startin to act like groupies I slow flowed yall to death These hustlas actin like my flow hard to catch Man Diplomats we the strongest force On or off the court we ball and ball the sport [Hook: J.R. Writer] Its kinda hard to doubt that we aint a slaughterhouse Dip radio youre now tuned in to the Hardest Out Slash the first to ride, you aint never heard of fly Take it how you want it coward our Gs is certified [Hell Rell] Sleepin high with visions of my enemies Beggin for mercy crawlin on the floor like a centipede Screamin Rell please dont shoot me I got children Shouldve thought about those snotty nose kids when you was snitchin But now Im on a mission, yeah fresh out the kitchen A stand up dude who only sit when he shhh You sit when you pissin, dude listen My talent was God-given, got wise by hard livin I Sleep all day, smoke haze, monage women I spit these hard rhythms it feel like a car hit em So leave that boy a lone cant you see he in the zone Dudes try to be like em cant you see he gettin cloned All this blue and this yellow cant you see it in the stones And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we never leave em alone So move back, Im poppin off the 4 Heaven let me in because Im knockin on ya door Its Prada on my whores And na I dont really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours I gotta see the face of a coward Please man let the homie breathe give me a taste of that power My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my ring My jewelry goin crazy, gotta get some new bling So all praise is due to Hell Rell its the new religion Smack ya girl pop 2 in her ''''' [Hook x2] [CamRon] Thats 2 and out. Lets go Dennis. You movin slow Dennis Lets go Dennis. Thats 2 and out good work. Good work J.R. you up man. Hold on. Stop it. Stop it D, I mean, you got something to say. Thats 2 and out We early. Koch put that E.P. together. Thats 2 songs Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean cmon. I mean excuse me Flex Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Lets do what we told to do New York we run this here. I mean pa listen its J.R.s turn Ima do the chorus you ready. Let me get this son. I just wrote son Let me see Ima... Its my turn I aint get a chorus off yet Ima go in first then. Aiight Thats 3 songs and out. Lets do it [CamRon] My dude ridin, he ridin in Lamborghinis The oyster mixed with linguini, you hear me' Hes a rida! All in together, together we gettin cheddar Yo cheddar we get together, you hear me' Hes a rida! My dude ridin, he ridin in Lamborghinis The oyster mixed with linguini, you hear me' Hes a rida! All together, together we gettin cheddar You dudes you know better, why' Hes a rida! [J.R. Writer] Listen pal, I aint gotta spit, child you was not as sick Foul for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!) Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz Im drownin it Yous a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits I can show you how to flip that bird How to hit that curb, how to get that served Youngin, Im the shhh, thats word Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard' Huh, come get wit a rebel, Ill put the kid to the pedal The clip and the metal, Im sickenin nephew Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldnt get to my level Dipset is forever B, bet yall remember me Stretch all my enemies, heckler send em three But, I got a tech thatll get a G To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty Im fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill Pitch black car wit them pitch black wheels Nice more stash box, big black steel Leave you at the red light, the kids that real! Steppin in his Nikes, freshest in your sight You aint never seen these F-in Pella in ya life! I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear This is something you will have to throw on next year, Yea! [Hook] [J.R. Writer] Listen scrap believe me, you need crack to see me Im a classic, one of your old scratched up CDs Check my swag its easy That you can see I do the damn thing and I aint Fab or Jeezy I stepped to the crap wit Weezy Front of the tenements Posted up on post, hundred Dominicans Thatll clap you soon as you go to beef wit J Throw a couple at you once they hear Dida Le! Putcha brains all across the pavement You niggaz singin like you singin how you talk to agents But drop my name, and Ima stop Throw in a box like some caps at a hop-scotch game I cop drops mane, come peep what I whip whore A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4 Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill Sleeves on freeze, add up to a quarter mil! Im bout to talk my deal, thats what a thug about Killa, hate sharing, tell em I need another house! I dig ya motha out, then put her in a cab Gas her up then hit the hooker wit them slabs What you think' Naw I aint a rookie wit it fag Shell have to boof that in a cookie like a pad You rookies are just mad, you cant say shit to me You gotta get ridda me, Im bout to make history [Hook] [CamRon] I mean, hold on, thats three and out, hold on Dont even play yet put that on pause B New York City, we gonna take a slight intermission because if you do this up here, you bitin We knocked three songs out. You can only do it in one take That means we didnt punch in. That means I one taped it J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We chorused it out That means the business is right The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song youre bitin (you swagger jackin) I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell right that means you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans Im 140 and Lennox to the death So we might as well do something together Capo get ready to take the motherfu...uh... Capo take the Mazoratti up to 200, we goin in, lets go Tape this for Santana when he get back Lets get 16s off, I got the chorus on this, yall back up Lets go, I got the chorus You ready, New York City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me Take it, take it back B I messed up because Im talking too much Take it from the top. Take it from the top New York, I mean, I mean I know yall gon home and write hard tonight I know yall gon home and write hard tonight [CamRon] Yall Diplomats, yall kickin this chicken scratch What you cant g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! I said Its the Diplomats, what yall kickin this chicken scratch Yall cant g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! [J.R. Writer] Listen, Im worth a couple figures, always hurtin all these niggaz That Im OC, tryin to stuff the purple in the swisher Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on your sister Wit a dance, tip dance thatll turn her to a stripper Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, turn em to a pisser Shit em mister in a river, you gon learn that I am sicker Determined to be bigger, birds I serve em to these niccas Call the cops, they aint seen these type of murderers since Hitler Shit if I know em, Im quick to expose em Wristery frozen, reason why your chick on my scrotum Im lifted and potent on some shit that is potent Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldnt picture my rollin [Hook: CamRon] I said Its the Diplomats, yall kickin this chicken scratch Yall cant g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! I said Its the Diplomats, what yall kickin this chicken scratch Yall cant g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! [ Funkmaster Flex Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics ]
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