Freestyle - Ras T Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Whoooooh! 

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method 

[Ras T] 

Finally, could it be? 

The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z 

Extra clips, cases more weights to flip 

Some say.. 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

Big shout to the overseer Salaam 

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method 

.. 

* cut and scratched by Flex * 

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill -> Method 

[Ras T] 

Finally, could it be? 

The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z 

Extra clips, cases more weights to flip 

Some say that I'ma trip cause Moet I sip 

But I'm, gettin money so I live like that 

I can't fuck with charity, I don't give like that 

But I'm known to take yours if mines ain't enough 

Armed robbery is how, I got free stuff 

The black assassin smash a niggaz grill 

I beat yo' ass down til your girl say chill 

or I could be real mean and rip out your spleen 

and push your wig way back to bell bottom jeans 

Niggaz fiend, for the rhymes that I kick 

You say I'm not the best, you wanna bet me a brick? 

And I'll bet you leave here mad and broke 

Now explain to your man how you lost his coke 

Pockets is mad broke, you bein big at rabbit ears 

He'll have you runnin through the desert 

with less than underwear 

That Queens villain, illin again 

Ras T's on the mic with the braids and Timbs 

Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow 

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel -> Meth 

Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow 

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue .. -> Meth