| Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
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| Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
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| Skills on the table and the mic
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| With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
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| Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
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| I’m on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
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| I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
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| Flex on the wheels and I’m Nine Mil the gat
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| That’s how we roll, troop
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| We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
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| Three little six little nine double M’s
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| Sticking up rappers like hems
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| Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
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| Six million ways to die, punk
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| (Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches)
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| I bring drama like you spit on my momma
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| And get loose like the lips on Madonna
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| You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
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| When I’m splashing my rap transaction
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| Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
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| I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
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| And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
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| I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
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| And have you making love songs like Menudo
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| The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
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| Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
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| You can’t kill me because I’m already dead
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| I drop flavor like a pack of Now &Laters
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| And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
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| You know my style, it’s the hardcore rhymer
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| Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina
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| (Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos)
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| HOO HAH! |
| I’m funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
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| I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
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| And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
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| I’m not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
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| That’s like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
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| I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
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| I flip scripts, read my lips:
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| I got mad skills for the no frills
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| Screaming at girls to pay bills
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| I got more rap than a Christmas gift
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| And I’ll fill your girl’s mouth like grits
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| Have her chewing while I’m ba-ba-ba booing
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| It’s back to the mic check, one two and
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| Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
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| Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex
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| (Funkmaster Flex gets busy) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Six Million Ways To Die , by - Funk Flex. Song from the album Nervous Hip Hop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп