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Funkmaster Flex - Thug Brothers lyrics
f/ Big Pun, Noreaga [Flex] Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex [Nore] A lot of ghetto things goin on right here Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E. FUNKMASTER!Flex, Flex Big Punisher, Punisher We on some shit Thugs ? Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey Yo a GS grey, and a CLK Never, ? so it can lead my way My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play We smoked out, with them MLX's I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks CNN, yeah this is like our 60th week Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the peep Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin with me This is the final chapter, you told me, volume three Yo, come through, eat niggaz like ? you And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too We at the Mariott, meet us at, 12:02 N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz I, be on some deep shit, only coppin cheap shit Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak shit I don't trust, no one now, cause they hate me Everybody known to snake me, cornflake me Lately, I concentrated, on my decision I promised myself, I'd never go back to prison Chorus: Nore and Pun [Nore] Yo Thug Brothers! [Pun] Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs [Nore] Yo Thug Brothers! [Pun] Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from the glorious and most notorious slums [Nore] Yo Thug Brothers! [Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked [Nore] Yo Thug Brothers! [Pun] Jess West, Pun from TS Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga ???? [Big Punisher] You brave in the heart, playin a part amazingly smart Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art Takin New York cats past the start First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh Computer chip, locomotion flow, ???? Tote the toast on low, business never personal Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry em The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin If that's my destiny it's meant to be, just remember to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, next to me Aight crew?(No doubt Pun!)Aight then Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin with the thunder and the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the Ghetto God I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes The father of Christ, get a mere mortal Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin Chorus latter 1/2 |
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