Duck Down Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[FunkMaster Flex] 

Violator 

Chris Lighty 

[Reporter] 

This is Tobas Katowsky reporting live from the Brookyln Bridge 

Suspects otherwise known as Da Franchise 

Have once again took to the streets 

Our advice is to duck down 

[Da Franchise] 

1-9 shit 

Uhh, you see that Brooklyn 

Bullshit, I'm on it like Big was 

Franchise don't get me mixed up for real, uhh 

I'm still here, nigga it's real here 

Talk slick, I'll have you rollin around in wheelchairs 

And yeah, I play shit with gambling heads 

Or I'll have your bitch scrambling eggs 

Either or it's me, RC, the outdoor outlaw 

Type to throw my guns up southpaw, let's get it on 

See the waves under the rag, the rims under the Jag 

Guns cover my waist, no wonder you mad 

Fools call it gangsta but we call it gutter 

Cold War, I bring the heat to you summer to summer 

I'm the criminal that'll leave your condition critical 

My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you 

El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead 

Feed my clips hollowheads, please you cowards better 

[Chorus x2] 

Duck down 

This one is over your head boy 

Duck down 

Out fool, you'll be a dead boy 

Duck down 

You heard what I said boy 

Duck down 

What you saying huh 

What you saying huh 

Once the beef is on fam we goin out 

Summer fade, winter time I'm in the blow out 

BK stompin which one of you fools would start somethin 

Y'all don't want me to turn best out of Compton 

We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin 

Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin 

Everything from the crib to the car be dirty 

Who are we? Franchise, dirty money 

There's three in the clip, and my whole team is hung