Funk Flex Oh my god [Lloyd Banks:] We givin' too much for free [50 Cent:] Cause its on the new Flex tape too we 'gon burn it down I'm dead serious [
not the way to do it!" [gunshots] "Shut up bitch!" "Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!" "You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge." "This is serious
way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [Outlawz] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper
on 20s in the juky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on) (50 Cent) G Unit soliders
robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Bought a little.380 I stopped all that shit Back on that bullshit you know I've been on Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon Niggas dead serious
and day She don't like my clothes They're wearing thin On her nerves She don't like my hair My glorious crown Brings her down She won't take me serious
them boots She's gone country, back to her roots She's gone country, a new kind of suit She's gone country, here she comes Well the folk scene is dead
supply Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
Ready to back that. Now who rollin'? Bone [Krayzie Bone:] Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead
one A nuh three by three A nuh four by four man a dead If a nuh mi radio a look pan mi tv all mi si more and more man a dead Man all a fight fi a work
our movies and TV shows are so amateur? (ha) Yes we laugh it off, that don't really bother me Look we ain't serious unless we really got to be Humorous
: Yo, Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man You cant take yourself too serious Do that thing you guys were doing Fill your cup up and chug Roll a
I'm the mofucking cashier, Nickels for my thoughts, Dimes in my bed, Quarters of the kush, Ain't the limes in my head, Take my verses too serious ya hate
you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
How long can you listen to one man's insanity Prophecy the dead has arozen The devil is dead and one man is chosen To lead the dead, to kill, bloodshed
Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come
bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec's Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck Arm fed, you'se dead, that's said, no more wet The cameras is rollin