Funkmaster Flex Presents The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk
Funkmaster Flex lyrics
Funkmaster Flex lyrics
"Ante Up (Remix)-MOPBusta RhymesRemy MartinTephlon Lyrics"
Bel Ami Lyrics
Die American Fruit Company machte mrderisch viel Money Bananenplantagen - berall auf der Welt containerweise Dollars - schtig macht das Geld Der Chef Dagobert Pic Mac guckt in den Atlas rein fischkalte Augen - da quiekt er wie ein Schwein da gibt's ja noch ein Land - daraus fliet noch kein Gewinn da haben wir unsere Finger - die Finger noch nicht drin Das Businesspalaver zog sich 'n bichen hin da wurde Pic Mac sauer: Was glauben die denn wer ich bin ... Da kaufte er sich das ganze Land mit Prsident und Parlament mit allem
[Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now?
(What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK)
ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!
My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the s
(BUCK BUCK) See motherfucker we don't play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO
[Remy Martin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)
Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!
For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry
so they can come and take - all your money
{*brief sample of "It's So Hard"*
Wish I could bring Pun back
(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!
{*beat returns to "Ante Up*
(BLAOW!)
So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch
She try to spaz out then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin
Remy want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
[Tef'] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!!
[Tephlon]
What? My whole family suck
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)
It's All About The Pentiums Lyrics
It's all about the Pentiums, baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums! It's all about the Pentiums! (Yeah!!) What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills I got me a hundred gigabytes of
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For tryin to tuck the necklaceDie American Fruit Company machte mrderisch viel Money Bananenplantagen - berall auf der Welt containerweise Dollars - schtig macht das Geld Der Chef Dagobert Pic Mac guckt in den Atlas rein fischkalte Augen - da quiekt er wie ein Schwein da gibt's ja noch ein Land - daraus fliet noch kein Gewinn da haben wir unsere Finger - die Finger noch nicht drin Das Businesspalaver zog sich 'n bichen hin da wurde Pic Mac sauer: Was glauben die denn wer ich bin ... Da kaufte er sich das ganze Land mit Prsident und Parlament mit allem
[Busta Ryhmes]
Attention please, attention please!!
This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck
Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now? (What you want now?)
What you want now?
(What you want want want want want want BUCK BUCK)
ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!
They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)
You frontin like this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!
My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided
In the s
Good Lyrics
What goes around comes around And I can?t breathe What holds me up is what holds me down And I am more unstable than I seem My heart is bare There?s not much there Chorus: But I believe You?ve given me more Than I could know And I know this You are good I?ve fought the fight against myself And I have lost the fight again My body?s broke from falling down Just give me one more chance This time I?ll win My heart is bare But I know that
ubways they rob trains runnin along-side it!What goes around comes around And I can?t breathe What holds me up is what holds me down And I am more unstable than I seem My heart is bare There?s not much there Chorus: But I believe You?ve given me more Than I could know And I know this You are good I?ve fought the fight against myself And I have lost the fight again My body?s broke from falling down Just give me one more chance This time I?ll win My heart is bare But I know that
(BUCK BUCK) See motherfucker we don't play with that shit
And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!
You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH
Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO
[Remy Martin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades
I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty
Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February
I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)
Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!
For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry
so they can come and take - all your money
{*brief sample of "It's So Hard"*
Wish I could bring Pun back
(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!
{*beat returns to "Ante Up*
(BLAOW!)
The Future Is Now Lyrics
It's good to belong The dead man's clothes that you wear like a medal of honour Why bother? These clothes do not fit me I was born for today and the day after Year after year All your classicisms and history don't impress me There's no time like the present Place the displace, enchant the disenchanted Use your power Millenium fever Just another way of bringing us together Never never All your classicisms and history don't impress me I've got a lot to do I still the same pull (the future is now) So come out
Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!It's good to belong The dead man's clothes that you wear like a medal of honour Why bother? These clothes do not fit me I was born for today and the day after Year after year All your classicisms and history don't impress me There's no time like the present Place the displace, enchant the disenchanted Use your power Millenium fever Just another way of bringing us together Never never All your classicisms and history don't impress me I've got a lot to do I still the same pull (the future is now) So come out
So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at
And I'ma show y'all motherfuckers where the guns at
ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch
She try to spaz out then smack that bitch
Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin
Remy want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
[Chorus: M.O.P.]
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)
ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him
Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!
[Tef'] Fuck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!!
[Tephlon]
What? My whole family suck
Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up
Make you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)
It's all about the Pentiums, baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums! It's all about the Pentiums! (Yeah!!) What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills I got me a hundred gigabytes of
I'm young hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist
[M.O.P.] ANTE UP!!
[Lil' Fame]
Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty
We bang hollows, you misrepresentin
the game motherfucker you lame and your chain hollow
Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech
Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen.. it's, Lil' Fame right?
With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire
A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!
Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)
It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)
Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin
I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin
Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP
Aight motherfucker, what's wrong with you?
[Chorus]