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Funkmaster flex tudunn tudunn tudunn make u jump feat noreaga
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Funk Flex
Funk Flex
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Almonte
Edwin Almonte
Composer
William Lora
William Lora
Composer
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SPK
SPK
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Murder, Inc.
Thugged out
Franchise
[Verse 2]
Funk Flex
Big dog, pit bulls
Two Suburbans and a fuckin' hearse
'Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' 'em out there
Scream at ya boy
[Verse 3]
Yo, me and Pun used to slap ****
And pack macs
In the back of the axle, black ****
On weekends with the Ricans
'Cause **** I fit
You see I'm half fuckin' black
And motherfuckin' Spic
[Verse 4]
Should have learned a long time ago (Da, da, duh, da)
Of how I hit a **** up (Da, da, duh, da)
**** fans worry
You see us Smirnoff and cranberry
My shots comin' in threes like Marbury
Wanna see how
These fake ****'ll act
When my shotguns'll erase they stomach and back
Call me Jose
Most shoot outs, most guns
Most these **** just mostly run
[Verse 5]
You see, I'm back spittin'
And still cookin' in the kitchen
I'm still a chef, ain't a fuckin' gram missing
**** out of order
Yo, our shit gonna change
How they life gettin' shorter like Mr. T's chain
[Verse 6]
We makes the bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Don't be actin' like a punk 'fore we put you in the trunk
You goin', tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Or actin' wild like the Hill with my hand on the pump
It go, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Fuck it, we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk
I'm goin', tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
[Verse 7]
My caller ID is fucked up
I can't see the number
Feelin' like Stevie Wonder
The hood took me under
I miss my ****, I wanna see 'em
All my **** that's dead, layin' in mausoleums
And for my **** that's locked up
The same shit
I told y'all ****, I hold y'all **** to all this
Picture us, goin' all legit with all this
Line 'em up, get 'em all together, they all miss
See, all my ****, we starvin' and waitin'
To take a **** hockey mask off like Jason
[Verse 8]
Dead arm strong
Face drop to the pavement
In 2000, I don't get along with ****
That's why you never hear me on a song with the ****
Just my clique, roll strong with them ****
And wait till we see y'all
It's on with you ****
And I could just slap y'all
Go on lil' ****
[Verse 9]
We makes the bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Don't be actin' like a punk 'for we put you in the trunk
You goin', tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Or actin' wild like the Hill with my hand on the pump
It go, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
Fuck it, we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk
I'm goin', tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn, tudunn
[Verse 10]
Big dog, pit bulls
Funk Flex, Big Kap
Cipha sounds
Mr. Cee
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore
Frank Jigga, Corey Ock
The Funk Regulator C-Note
Keep it gator and keep it global
SP Killa, this shit is fuckin' ugly
Cut this shit off, it's a fuckin' wrap
Written by: Edwin Almonte, Victor Santiago, William Lora
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