Erick Sermon: Freestyle Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex Presents: The Mix Tape, Vol. 1 - Funkmaster Flex

[Redman and Erick Sermon] 

Live at the tunnel why'all 

Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around) 

Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all 

Hold it down, look around 

[Erick Sermon] 

I rock house from old folks to childern 

Squad comin through knockin down your building 

Lyrical murderer, who you be? 

We never heard of ya 

Momma's boy from West Suburbia 

You don't belong 'round here so what you doing 

Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em 

Redman (What up?) How you feelin 

Lets wheel 'em and deal 'em until the pain is peelin 

I wish a few of why'all would stop stealin 

>From the mass appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling 

Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming 

'Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton 

E-dub be the best thing runnin 

When my jam comes on DJ's just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka) 

Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip 

Every name brand clothin off them T.J. Hookers 

Watch how live gets, like a jungle so pack your survival kits, huh 

Me and Redman been rollin for years 

In the place wildlifin' doing Britney Spears 

[Chorus] 

You want to ride... 

Then get up get up get up get up get up get up (Okay) 

Yo, you gettin drunk... 

Then spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up (Okay) 

Yo, you gettin high... 

Then smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up (Okay) 

Bitch, you want to fuck... 

Then push up push up push up push up push up push up (Okay) 

[Redman] 

Yo E stick a fork in 'em while I hit 'em again 

Spit in the wind, biz with a dent on the end, I was high 

T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da 

You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i 

Keep your town quiet like Biggie died 

When I roll through 'cause crooked like Sticky eye 

Def Squad nigga, fuck a big name 

Bury my main shit, stain, and shit change 

Switch game, Bam Ba Claud, Bon voyage 

Blast your entourage like Flex blastin off 

Jump on while I saddle the track 

Bitch I throw dick where your adam apple is at 

Style like cooked crack 

Wiggle my feet, I shook Shaq with a cross over pass and look back 

Yo, Brick City gorilla when I stomp 

Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk 

Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up 

My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up 

Hit the club then I ?cornbread? 

I bounce so hard from a drug I brought over the counter 

Uptown, say what say what now? 

Bustin my gun off for the millennium touchdown 

When it does, I'm out in the Bricks gettin drunk 

Nuttin in the bitch mouth and her tits 

Chours 

[Redman] 

Yo, you want to fuck, then push up push up 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

Alright, shot out to my boy Russell Simmons (Okay) 

Big shot to Leo Cohens big shot to Kevin Niles (O-o-o-o-o-kay) 

Big up my man Mike Cogesville 

It's goin down baby one time 

Fuck Flex, Big Kap 

The tunnel nigga 

Shots to my man Peter Gashin 

Can't fuck with us