[Intro]
What what?
Suckass
Who the f*ck is Flex
[Nuttso]
Yeah, yall hear this n*gga talking that major sh*t
In his own hometown though, n*gga, that's fake sh*t
When 'Pac and Biggie died we stayed on some playa sh*t
Now all of a sudden this n*gga wanna ride on us some hatin' sh*t
Sayin' how the n*gga don't f*ck with 2Pac
When n*ggas in your home circle f*ck with 2Pac
The East and the West Coast f*ck with 2Pac's
Until the end of time we gon' f*ck with 2Pac
Talk sh*t and hide is what ain't gon' do
You can find me in your face spitting anger juice
With them bangers loots for the dangers crew
f*cking up the night like us gangstas do
I'm your ghost in the night, make and hang in your noose
Sparking up the nights is what them thangs gon' do
You come back to the West is what you ain't gon' do
You best tryna meet me on paper view
You didn't wanna see 'Pac in his physical form
That's why you ass talking sh*t, n*gga, after he's gone
I thought the b*tch n*gga bit his tongue
But when I re-heard it I was like, "come on, son"
He hopped off 'Pac starting sucking on Biggie di*k
Sweeter than a pop-tart, man, you believe that sh*t?!
It ain't gon' be who shot ya when you ass get hit
You can blame it on West Coast smash and sh*t
Cause me and my packing n*ggas be coming attacking n*ggas
Be running up jacking n*ggas and whacking the clacking n*ggas
We out the n*ggas that they think we're some rapping n*ggas
Before you start yapping, n*gga, you better go get ya back up, n*gga
I'm hacking n*ggas and rat-tat-ing these n*ggas
Like clack clack this n*gga like backslapping this n*gga
For yap yappin in a leopard livin' in yappet
Now you gotta deal with the livin', n*gga, what's happenin'?
Up in Manhattan when you throwing my set up
In front of Bad Boy Entertainment throwing the West up
I guess again it's time to make a n*gga respect us
Cause now that 'Pac gone n*gga throwin his chest up
The West up, now n*gga, what's next?
How can a n*gga with no muscle n*gga be called Flex?
Tryna build record sales, n*gga, I ain't buyin
You response should be an apology, we still ain't buyin'
Consequences of a real n*gga, whip till he's wet up
My competition, n*gga, find 'em, it's a hit from the neck up
I'm on a kind of mission ripping your set up
But won't stop spitting clips until that AK let up
DJ? Yeah, stands for Dead Jockey
So n*gga watch ya head cause what you said was sloppy
Funky ass n*gga, you starvin' probably
You ain't a master, you'se a carbon copy
The F stands for faggot, n*gga, feelin' the pain
And the L is for his character, n*gga is lame
The E's for the extra weight the n*gga being gained
Then the S is what we used to walk out that n*gga name
Sparking the flame like darts at a frame
His next interview it gon' be talking in pain
Yeah n*gga, you ain't boss in the game
Doing sh*t like that proved you lost in the game
When Biggie died West Coast radio played him
Now this n*gga wanna lie, man, this n*gga is crazy
Now can nothin' save him, warnin' shots done grazed him
He like a predator done, n*ggas is hittin' it from every angle
When 'Pac died he thought he was over, right?!
But thugs don't die, b*tch n*gga, we multiply
I been a outlaw, I chose to ride
And go out the way I'm supposed to die
Put the death to Makaveli, n*gga know how to handle that
Dress in AK's like Suge with a battle axe
Check my stats and that's actual fact
Then while police was bullsh*t and I was looking for white Cadillac
Imagine that n*gga coming at you clacking that
Tryna get at you with that yappin' ass
I got platinum plaques and platinum gats
And young goons on call to hand your hat
Stand back