Let’s Be Specific lyrics

[Chorus: Funkmaster Flex]
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]
This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

[Verse 1: Cool Whip]
You's just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull steel, kill you and your f*cking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments
Lyrical guns bust, Bibles you trust and body parts turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
Running to your b*tch ass Batcave
Be aware when your women's in term, I sperm grenades
Got you swimming while you're dreaming in Cool Whip semen
Headaches are like earthquakes, breaking you down
And crying out for your lady, motherf*cking crybaby

[Chorus: Funkmaster Flex]
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific
[Verse 2: Havoc]
But f*ck that, we juxing
If you got what we like, it gets tooken
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good looking
Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn
Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80 auto in case a n*gga wanna roll up
Get your motherf*cking sh*t swole up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessy, with my mind on some crime sh*t
One-time searching me, but never ever find sh*t
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's

[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the Henny demon, n*ggas is scheming
My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega
Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rep for dolo
f*ck one time, I'm bucking back at the po-po
It's the Dainy got me acting like that
Squeeze MAC's outta states, ass, money and tracks
I'm addicted to the C.R.E.A.M., I need cheese and stacks
So I'ma die trying with AK's and MAC's
[Chorus: Funkmaster Flex]
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, yeah, yeah, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armarettos in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
For real, Shaolin, house of wilding, house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shiest, watch the ice turn blue
But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, n*ggas who bless cassettes
Peace my n*ggas, one love to Funkmaster Flex

[Verse 5: Freddie Foxxx]
I'm in the hole n*gga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours n*gga 'cause you saw
99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the f*ck out, I'm stomping on mice
They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is f*cked up
Anybody say sh*t to me is getting stuffed up
Petty dope dealers, pimps and big players
Foxxx got the block rock down to Rhymesayers
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad n*ggas to the blade is mad dull
[Chorus: Funkmaster Flex]
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific
One time, one time, one time
Style's kinda different, but let's be specific