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Tudunn Tudunn Tudunn (Make U Jump) / Funkmaster Flex

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Murder Inc., thugged out, franchise Funk Flex, big dog pitbulls, two Suburbans and a fuckin' hearse 'Cause Funk Flex and N.O.R.E. are killin' 'em out there Scream at your boy Yo, me and Pun used to slap niggas and pack blunts In the back of the Ac's with black guns On weekends with the Ricans, 'cause nigga I fit You see I'm half white, black, and motherfuckin' spic You shoulda learned a long time ago (Da-da-da-dah) How I hit a nigga up (Da-da-da-dah) Niggas fans worry, you see a Smirnoff and cranberry My shots comin' in threes like Marbury Wanna see how, these fake niggas'll act When my shotguns'll erase they stomach and backs Call me Jose, most shootouts, most guns Most of these niggas just mostly run You see I'm back spittin' and still cookin' in the kitchen I'm still a chef, ain't a fuckin' gram missin' Niggas out of order, yo, but shit gon' change How they life gettin' shorter, like Mr. T change We lace the bass and the music that'll make you jump It go dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Don't be actin' like a punk 'fore we put you in the trunk You goin' dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Or I go wild like the hill with my hand on the pump It go dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Nigga we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk I'm goin' dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun It's goin' down, Funk Flex, N.O.R.E Yo, yo, I call our ideas fucked up, I can't see the number Feelin' like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under I miss my niggas, I wanna see 'em All my niggas is dead, layin' in mausoleums And for my niggas that's locked up, the same shit I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas to all this Picture us, goin' all legit, with all this Line 'em up, get 'em all together, they all missed Cee, all my niggas be starvin' and waitin' To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason Dead Armstrong, face drop to the pavement In 2000, I don't get along with niggas That's why you never hear me on a song with a nigga Just my click, roll strong with niggas Wait 'til we see y'all, it's on with you niggas And I could just slap y'all, go on lil' nigga We lace the bass and the music that'll make you jump It go dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Don't be actin' like a punk 'fore we put you in the trunk You goin' dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Or I go wild like the hill with my hand on the pump It go dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Nigga we gettin' drunk and smokin' that skunk I'm goin' dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Big dog pitbulls, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Cipher Sounds Mr. Cee, Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kaori Frank Jugger, Corey Av', the funk regulator CEO Keep it gator and keep it global