DNA (2016) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle011

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[Part 1] These niggas talking like they wanted war Test D.N.A. that's what they got Maury for Got her legs out looking like when Jordan score Said she busted for hours like she on a tour Wanted two kicks, niggas said he bought her four Now he feeling like Ray Lewis, he bought her more Got my niggas moving work by the corner store So indeed serving you it ain't a four for four Lord, we gon' go and let them 380s shoot This other hammer from down south, my Trae Tha Truth You niggas couldn't hang with us if we made a noose Now they got me back spazzing, a great masseuse Shit, I'ma get this money like it's '82 Shit, I'ma wear these J's 'cause they baby blue Shit, I'ma keep on winning, know you hate me too Call my nigga Raze up and make him raise the roof Got your girl like Kobe on both knees Fuck cheating her man knew, Ginóbili Now we moving four quarters, OT And now we end in' the cold, because he OD'd Still box a nigga, Mosely, still sock a nigga, Mick Foley I show you where them cans is, I don't know chiefs I weighed out my options with the old heat Still got them young guns, we don't know Neef You still got them seats right by the nosebleeds Niggas dream-chasing, y'all don't even know Meek Shit, it's New York City nigga, we don't sleep Shit, niggas say they good, but we more than nice Talking bout you got shit, what we on tonight? My niggas doin' drive-bys on a motorbike See if he can bear cans, thinking that Corona Lite Light, I switched up to another grind They say niggas act up in the summertime Bout to catch a case, niggas front on one of mine Yeah its all cool, I'll goon on the other line Line, well I'm the bomb like napalm Niggas want more? I'm at your door like Avon Just bought a Mack, all black like Akon Stepped on the scene for the green like Draymond Yeah we on to ya nigga we been bored of ya Shooter he a foreigner met him out in Florida Corona niggas sent you niggas to the coroner KD came to bring the thunder to your warriors Yeah I'm trippin', liquor in my system Said I act different but a nigga ain't slippin' I'm real cool make a move you'll be missing Not from Baltimore but got the Cal like Ripken Niggas stop hyping them they ain't gonna ride with them Niggas want beef want war go invite 'em in My man got 25 they indicted him Now we on the island like Houston, Iverson Stop frontin' bout your whip, that's your man's Ford I've been choking all you niggas with the damn cord Might stab you in the neck with your man's sword Hov got the keys but what's that to a landlord Yeah we running shit never did I lie I always got the bars, I'm ready with them rhymes RIP to homies MAC-11 in the sky Corona, Queens nigga 107 'til we die [Part 2] They got me on Flex, let's do it proper I never been subliminal, I'm frank like Sinatra Dressed in all black, shit, I look like a mobster Do the linguini, the fettuccine, or the lobster You won't lose your noodle with me and need a doctor He gon' need an angel here, he's an imposter Noodle angel hair, nigga, that's pasta Still bring the thunder to your block like Ibaka The hammers that I got look like they came out of Contra Nicknamed 'em Meek 'cause this mill is a monster Ride through the city like Biggie, we know who shot you That's his wife, I give him a shell, Obama Couple years ago, shit, I ain't have a dollar But plan for the future, now I'm fuckin' up some commas I roll with them shottas, nicknamed them the rastas They ain't never scared, they warriors, Iguodala I know you can't stand me, they ride around the city with the schwammy In the BMW or the Camry Tim Allen with the tools you know those come in handy Brother Fabulous with the Cain, but that's the family Get behind the wheel and let it peel, Xanny You niggas ain't real, I'm in the field, Landry Running all your lips, they got the Smith, Yandy Talkin' bout your hands, we got them cans, pantry Where I'm from, where niggas airheads, it ain't the candy Bullets around here 'bout the size of a Grammy Or we could just wipe out homes, Hurricane Sandy Or I could have something dark liquor, Brandy Lyrically on top, killing niggas on blocks Fuck a hitman, we can get Siri to get him shot I'm a bad boy, they's asking Diddy get niggas popped I'm a Mets fan that's why the city feel that I'm hot It's Hot 9 on doomsday, made this on Tuesday And this is where the game stops and we ain't talkin' 2K Been have them clear wins I ain't talkin' Blu-ray Body niggas in London, still lookin' for UK When I first started, they ain't listen before Shit I learned from MJ how to get 'em the score I learned from Magic and Eazy 'bout hitting it raw Learn from Biggie and Diddy how to kick in the door Shit I learned from DMX to make 'em get on the floor Learned how to get the juice watching Mr. Shakur I'm at the next nigga's scalp on the next nigga's house It's NWX, Flex, the best niggas out