Freestyle - Shaq And Sonja Blade Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Shaq] 

Funkmaster, Big Dawg 

Flex, Sonja Blade 

Freestyle, uhh, uhh 

Wha-wha-what-what? 

Show your best, Shaq shit'll blow your chest 

Go through your vest one time flow correct 

Brick City style talk with flair, walk on air 

Sumo, your Halle Berry coochie wear was just a rumor 

Crazy raw, blaze the hardwood floors 

Shut out a whole country two, days before 

Slay your whore, like you never heard of the man 

Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore 

So much dough, I could buy a third of the land 

Crash my Jeep jump out, my Suburban you ran 

If you ask me, Shaq ain't flashy 

One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy 

Nigga what? 

[Sonja Blade] 

Uhh, yo 

It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings 

Sonja Blade gettin more light than your high beams 

It's over, when I spit my words I make it dark 

like an eclipse occurred when my click emerge 

I flip you birds, not a gravedigga but I getcha shit 

then serve, y'all know that this chick's disturbed 

I spit superb, so ill, and so real 

While you no frills with no deals I hold steel (BLOW) 

And if I don't kill you, bet the flows will 

For my niggaz that ain't here I'm lettin the Mo' spill 

Briefcases of cough, like a coke deal 

Uncut verses, nuttin but dope skill 

Can't fill my shoes, beyond complicated 

All them big gats you got they confiscated 

Contemplate, I'm the shit, and you constipated 

I slaughter all cause y'all water got it concentrated 

See that? Funk Flex, Shaq Dog, Sonja Blade, Redrum 

How we do, nine-eight, uhh