Feelin the Hate - Funkmaster Flex

Murder Inc baby[Tah Murdah]
Y'all mother*******s know what this *************t is
Take over ************* (gimme that *************t man)
Funk Flex *************
Murder Inc *************
Tah Murdah,
Black Child,
C.B., O1And my *************
Ja Rule[Black Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your mother****** fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer *************z and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
************* ************* throw em up, we still don't give a *************
This is Flex *************t we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and ************* keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some *************t and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin sessions
************* better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the less
When I spit *************t'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on
Henny and
HazeFeel me baby,
I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, *************z wanna see me in my grave
*************z make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov
City hustler,
I'm from the
Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda mother*******[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a ************* ************* runnin his mouth
That's a ************* that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro,
I want dough
And the same *************z who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the eight
Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, *************t has just begun[C.B.]
What, what..
What the *************, been a menace since +
Volume III+
When I was un un un'nin, ************* second coming
Who the ************* what want it wit'cha
Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks
Sittin spittin fifty get wit me
************* hustle *************, earn stripes
Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right
Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
I get in ya, ************* a stage, ya murderer kill these bars[O1]
As far as the dough go
I'm hungry,
I need this bread
I ain't sharin with none of y'all,
I'm killin *************z instead
Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edge,
I'm out of my head
Y'all *************z ready to die?
I'm layin *************z down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
*************z ain't built for crime
*************z ain't built for street life, so ************* five mics
************* pigs, ************* police, murda for life *************[Chorus][Ja Rule]
Mother*******s,
I'm untearable and
I'll piss on you
That heat you spit,
I spits that too
Put three in you, match yo' name
It's really the
Rule ************* that pops them thangs
For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause *************
I happen to know you
It's about time
I expose you
The world over, you fraudulent *************z it's all over
Get ready, the hostile murderers take over
You scared but don't know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
I, mack cold blooded and *******
I ******* love it
I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I'm a Murderer, *************z must not value they life
Cause I'm a
Murderer, *************z best be ready to die
I'm a Murderer, *************z scared it's all in they eyes
Funk Flex,
I-N-C, it's murda for life[Tah Murdah]
My ************* B
JRonnie Bumps
My ************* Pre
My ************* Dirty
Funk Flex *************
Funk Flex *************