Freestyle - Rasta T Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Funkmaster Flex Intro: 

Aiight 60 minutes of funk. B-Side flava. 

Big shout to the overseer Shalaam, 

big shout to my man Rasta T. 

Funk Flex from the BX. Aiight! 

Rasta T: 

Infared on top of glocks make the murder docks hot 

Now me and Sire got to set up shop 

Off a 1-9-8 get our shit straight 

Outta state 

Cause in New York we eatin' off of paper plates 

and that don't hold much weight 

So we made a power move for some short keys 

Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean with the cheese 

Now we off to Tennessees 

Where the niggas think we coocoo 

The town drink Yoohoo 

But the money comes in beaucoup amounts 

I can't count all the cream that I seen 

But now this gangsta leads with mad cream in his jeans 

Graduated from stick ups to makin' big money pick ups 

Got dimes that keep my dick up got sons that lift my bricks up 

And transport the weight in about every state 

A nigga buy four give 'em eight 

And get the cheese and lay the date 

Rasta T Costalano 

I'm servin' more customers than McDonalds 

From dope fiends to winos 

But you know the final 

Outcome 

Dad to be shady 

A nigga tried to creep me and sleep me with the 380 

A good thing he grazed me on the side of my neck 

Cause there is this chick I met that I haven't hit yet 

And besides that I'm the Queens hero, Rast T 

Can't be lettin' no chumps get no points off me 

So when I see you kid it's on you can bet your loot 

Or better yet save your cash for your funeral suit