Let's Be Specific - Cool Whip Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

One time, one time, one time 

Styles kinda different but let's be specific 

One time, one time, one time 

Styles kinda different but let's be specific 

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all 

You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal 

No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fucking horse 

I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust 

Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust 

Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman 

Running to your bitch ass Batcave 

Be aware when you witness and turn like Burger maids 

Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen 

Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down 

And crying out for you ladies, motherfucking crybaby 

One time, one time, one time 

Styles kinda different but let's be specific 

Foot up [unverified] fitted if you got work 

We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way 

Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns 

In your Louis in Brooklyn 

Getting over from the fo'er wit the dress stower 

Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to roll up 

Get your motherfucking shit swoll up 

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends 

Making T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies 

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit 

One time searching me but never ever find shit 

It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze 

Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys 

The Queen's nation, representation, I represent 

Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint 

Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming 

My crews mega wit more gun play then Sega 

Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga 

The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo 

Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo 

Mr Danny got me acting like that 

Squeeze macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks 

I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks 

So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs 

One time, one time, one time 

Styles kinda different but let's be specific 

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo 

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain 

Analyze papers, staying drape wit heavy chains 

The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk 

Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk 

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion 

Peace to cats profiling on the island 

Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew 

If I feel shyest, watch the ice turn blue 

But for now, milk the cow wit the know how 

Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls 

He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes 

Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex 

I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing 

Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw 

99 push ups, I'm fiending for the mic 

I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice 

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild 

Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile 

Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up 

Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up 

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas 

Foxx got the black rock down to rhyme sayer 

I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls 

Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull 

One time, one time, one time 

Styles kinda different but let's be specific