| This one for the future
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| Everybody wanna be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
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| Hard for the street, sicka for the club
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| Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs
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| Hey yo, niggas wanna drive by the hood and dump
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| Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
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| Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump
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| Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch
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| Is this what you want? |
| Niggas that’s clappin that priest
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| Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police
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| Stickin Furby’s out the window, snatchin your niece
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| And nah, we don’t just rap we clap you past the seats
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| Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
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| And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
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| I’m loved, niggas wanna throw slugs with Jigga
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| All they, need is a reason to show love for Jigga
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| Niggas wanna go back to back, till both of our gats clack
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| Till we reload in three seconds flat, I’m back
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| Niggas ain’t met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder
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| And we exit out ya back, gangsta nigga
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| Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
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| Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs
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| Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas
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| My «I don’t give a fuck niggas.»
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| Both: It’s all love niggas
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| Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted
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| When I talk the whole block muted
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| Like E.F. Hutton style
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| Bleek not frontin now
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| We suit up for war with no button down
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| We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up
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| Put 4 in your cage, the other 4 in your face
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| And you don’t want that
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| I catch a nigga, who ain’t pump at
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| Send 'em to one of my custy’s and bring a lung back
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| Me, Bean, Jay, shit you can’t front that
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| Weed, coke, dope, Bleek nigga pump that
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| Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up
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| Sit blow in the seat, my weed I roll up
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| Smoke one to the head, come between my stomach and leg
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| Yeah I’m the thuggin the street
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| You don’t want nothing with Bleek
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| Its Roc-A, Fella for life, you know that shit
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| Get your guns, get your ones, nigga throw that shit
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| Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
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| Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs
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| Bleek: Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas
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| My «I don’t give a fuck niggas.»
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| Both: It’s all love niggas
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| This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas
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| Supply cookie niggas
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| Yo I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets
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| And I got spit for beets, like I ride for my peeps
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| Yo I love this glamour shit, but bitch I been gutter
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| Before can I get it and double excel covers
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| I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore
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| I like everything from my dick to my bras raw
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| Now, is my street niggas no into this
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| Now, is my street bitches not into this
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| Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel
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| You know the rock ??? |
| itchy finger the tussle
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| This territory locked, no more room in this hustle
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| Check the sound scan we getting platinum plaques and bundles
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| Verses I lye them down, they never die down
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| If the crowd rile down then fire another round
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| Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
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| Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs
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| Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas
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| My «I don’t give a fuck niggas.»
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| Both: It’s all love niggas
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| [Beanie Sigel
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| I squeeze guns that’ll go through your jeep
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| You know I’m controllin the street
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| Beanie Sigel, Hove, and Bleek
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| I keep rope and a baby mack
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| Don’t get your ladies snatched
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| Comin out that baby gat
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| Fuckin with a crazy cat
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| I know you wanna lay me flat
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| Shit, plenty niggas wanna pay me back
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| Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups
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| For the soft and the cooked up they lost when they looked up
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| Why you think I roll with the Roc?
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| Shit, everybody I roll wit Hash-E
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| Everybody I roll wit got
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| Ain’t stopping me from takin over blocks
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| West coast style, S.K. |
| with the shoulder stop
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| Order hour fifteen, I spur on your team
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| Four pound heckling cocked
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| Jeckle ya block, settin off Viper alarms
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| Strikin ya moms
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| Roc-a-fella dynasty gotcha right in their palms
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| Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
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| Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs
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| Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas
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| My «I don’t give a fuck niggas.»
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| Both: It’s all love niggas |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For My Thugs, artist - Funk Flex. Album song The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп