Thuun - Funk Flex, Big Kap, Capone

Aight you know how we do we come to the club

Naw mean?

Straight to the door, no linie, straight to the dinoor

Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?

Y’know how we do my man put it on every tininime

Naw mean?

Funk Flex, Big Kap, N.O.R.E.

naw mean?

My nigga putititon naw mean?

… you know how we do

This one’s for the clititiub y’naw mean

Tearin it itiitout

Every time straight to the dinoor, straight to the dinoor

Big motherfuckin Kap

Funkmaster Flex

Def Jam

C -N- N

Yo, yo, yo

Yo bootleg has got me, and they had my shit

Two months before the album, I’m mad as shit

I told my label suck my dick, and fuck a flick

And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit

I smoke cigarettes, and my breath smell like weed

I got my little brother head?

and party is speed?

Drink my biz, have my niggas clip your ears

C -N- N We’ll probably sell like, Britney Spears

Yo courageous, none of this’s can take this

N.O.R.

I’m like the rap married Davis

If you like me, dude yo you dig my shit

You don’t like me?

fuck you and suck my dick

I like my hoes just like summer, no class

And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass

And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war

Like Luce and Maze they keep the Glock on stage

See us rollin and a hoop in the range

Yo the hoop’s got mad guns, and the range got cocaine

Damn right bury every nigga that write

That I can get wit all up and sell no more white

Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips

Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks

Top videos for more than a mil

I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal

CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga

Them niggas they wanna pop, them bitches they wanna pop

Them niggas who got the Glock (who got the drop), (we wanna rot)

Thunn

Yo

Yo now on top, I walk with a bop, came home inherit the block

Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop

I’m livin life like a dealer

Fuck it, cop the bucket ten and out

Clips sprayin when we spinnin out

Street clap you, my records speak for my livin

Deeper than guns, iller than prison, time to pain givin

So I earnt mine and spit for Flex

Call a pitbull its clip to tech

Disrespect?

My niggas come M-U style

I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial

For possession this shit y’all compressed in a vial

Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild

80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd

Real from far like Picasso, check my features

Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers

Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis

Nothin come between us

Burst your penis, I squeeze firm, how on earth?

Niggas boogie when the d’s turn, throwin they work

In the bushes, everyday in the hood

I’m air like, naw nigga he’s in the wood

Franchise what!

Thugged out shit

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