Freestyle - Jay-z Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex 

60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do 

Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop 

You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this 

Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it 

Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it 

The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it? 

Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluid 

That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V 

You rap niggaz on the radio don't do it for me 

Insert the removable face, place the CD 

Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense 

Talk about bitten lines 

Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine 

Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime 

And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed 

Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly 

Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw 

Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you 

Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you 

I do anything when I put my mind to it 

A whole lot more when I put the nine to it 

I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit 

On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man 

Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit 

No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get 

I fold shit like poker, smack em around 

On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what? 

Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me 

Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay? 

No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit 

Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit 

Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick 

I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit 

I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit 

Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit! 

Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop 

Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me 

Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami 

Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal 

Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style 

Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial 

Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it 

Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top babygirl 

if you're not afraid, the world is watchin 

Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers 

think they hurtin me, ha hah 

I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style 

Cartier watch my diamond face style 

Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out 

Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House' 

Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her 

Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her 

His days are laced in Caesar Leguars 

All the chicks jealous at the baby showers 

Beatch! 

How we do, Funk Flex, yeah 

Brooklyn... 

*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*