| In 1998 a rhyme commando unit dropped a classic joint by the name of ‘Fortress'
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| These men promptly emerged from the Fahrenheit 813 and to the Tampa Bay
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| underground. |
| Today, still wanted by the masses, they survive as soldiers of hip
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| hop. |
| If you’ve got wack shit, if no one else can help and if you can find them,
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| then maybe, you can hire the F-L-A team
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| (Murdock)
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| Yo don’t you love when a fam come together
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| Murdock, Celph Titled Tino Vega, 813
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| The F-L-A team, it ain’t no stopping us now
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| It ain’t going to stop
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| (Verse 1: Murdock)
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| Mother fuckers better guard your grill
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| When F-L-A team gripping the steel
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| We sitting with your bitch, slipping her pills
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| Guerilla pimping style, gripping a mil
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| When I’m flipping the real
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| Y’all better go half before I get ill
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| Murdock come through with the chopper cocked
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| Pop, pop get up off my block, I won’t stop
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| Until the cops are dropped and drops are copped
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| And comes to the spot where my dog RK flash the rock
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| Stash the Glock so when it’s time for the war
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| We showing up at the door, so we conquistador
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| Hop out the truck blowing smoke from the raw
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| I’m a stay high whether I’m home or on tour
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| Spit rap, flip, let a mother fuck flip that
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| Whatever get the money, I’m with that
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| And we get too deep, we better get that
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| If you cock blocking on my crew, better quit that
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| Y’all chickens in the club better get back
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| Fake cats trying to give me left had daps
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| Shorty rock look good can I hit that
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| Come on back to the crib and let me split that
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| You with that? |
| No doubt, I can dig that
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| G money, hell no I can’t have that
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| Smack your ass to the past like a flashback
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| And you ain’t smoking my weed, bitch pass that
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| All my niggas where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt)
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| F-L-A Team, niggas in the 813 reign supreme
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| All my bitches where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt) F-L-A team
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| Bitches in the 813 reign supreme
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| (Verse 2: Celph Titled)
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| Yo, fuck that, niggas wanna rumble with us
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| They going to see stomach and guts as soon as we bust
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| Fully loaded ammo, commando, Panhandle Rambo
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| Jumping out of man holes rocking camo
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| Niggas know me from the way I hold heat
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| All this with full clips and sawed off shit
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| Floridius, amphibious nigga
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| Tampa where I’m from
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| Real heavy hitters
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| Teflon vest, Vietnam bomb threats, infrared scope low
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| Hit you with a chokehold Walkmen 2-D
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| Celph Titled keep an oozie
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| Dime bitches be like (Who's he?)
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| This is the next level when we spit the heavy metal
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| Certified incredible and we stay ahead of you
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| Ghetto to borough we rep thorough
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| M 16 bazerko, that’s for sure, though
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| Grenade shrapnel, tear gas capsules
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| Mother fucking surplus, What you want asshole
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| Grip the Glock 9, nigga with the hot rhymes
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| Get your shit fucked up just off one line
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| 8−1-3 to the NYC representation we stay blazing
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| Strictly for clapping, semi auto action
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| War head get trapped in all that blasting
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| All my niggas where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt)
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| F-L-A Team, niggas in the 813 reign supreme
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| All my bitches where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt) F-L-A team
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| Bitches in the 813 reign supreme
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| (Verse 3: Tino Vega)
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| You want to battle back with your averages raps
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| Got your savage strap, dick rider
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| Let the rougers fire
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| Camouflage hummer with the big tires
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| Desert Storm attire
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| Walkman nigga, never retire
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| Tino Vega blow your L’s high up
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| F-L-A team we keep our guns high up
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| Atomically while you make your brain fire
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| With the desert boy, a quick dry up
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| In the tropics you can’t top us
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| All you knockers really need to stop it
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| Word to logic digging in our pockets, yo
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| Hard head nigga like Canada bald bitches
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| Liquefy missiles try to miss you
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| Sludge boil when they call me leave enough gums sore
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| Can you corny, one shot from the oozie pump
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| Finish ‘em up, nigga’s whole body jump, end this shit up
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| You got your rhymes sucker, use your chips
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| Don’t step out of line make me bruise your clique
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| I don’t really give a damn who you with
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| Y’all better know who’s cassette this is
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| You can pump it in the trunk of your Lexuses
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| About to show the whole world who the geneix is boy
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| All my niggas where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt)
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| F-L-A Team, niggas in the 813 reign supreme
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| All my bitches where you at (We right here)
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| Hold it down (No doubt) F-L-A team
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| Bitches in the 813 reign supreme
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| (Tino Vega) That’s right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F-L-A Team , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп