C.M.F. (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Pesci & Robert DeNiro] Where the fuck do you get off talkin' to people about me behind my back, going over my head? What people? What people? What'd you think? I wasn't gonna find out? I don't even know what you're talking about, Nick No? You said I'm bringing heat on you? I gotta listen to people because of your fucking shit? You're ordering me out? You better get your own fucking army, pal [Chorus] The name is Cuban Link but y'all can call me Cuba Lyrical Assassin aka the German Juger Got plenty shooters that'll do they job They say they Hallelujahs with they rugers praisin' God The name is Cuban Link but y'all can call me Cuba Lyrical Assassin aka the German Juger Got plenty shooters that'll do they job They say they Hallelujahs with they rugers praisin' God [Verse] Y'all heard of Cuban Link, he a fuckin' problem Ask the industry about him, they duck and dodge 'em They can't fuckin' solve 'em so they tried to fuckin' starve 'em They told me charge it to the game so I'ma fuckin' rob 'em I do this for Harlem, Queens, where Brooklyn at? Staten Island, The Bronx, get a good look at that Yeah, we back, bratt, with the New York City rap Hit 'em with the mini-mack flow plus I'm really strapped I'm still that pretty Papi chulo baggin' kitty cats Runnin' my committee, sync right in front where Frank Nitti sat Now these rappers piggy-backin' off off Biggie's back Milli vanilli act, wish I could bring Biggie back The shit is wack, stop your act, be original I don't need to do subliminals, nigga, I'll get at you Hog spit, pistol up, fuck then shit on you Punch you in your face and talk about it in an interview [Chorus] The name is Cuban Link but y'all can call me Cuba Lyrical Assassin aka the German Juger Got plenty shooters that'll do they job They say they Hallelujahs with they rugers praisin' God