Incarcerated Scarfaces-Funkmaster Flex

Incarcerated Scarfaces - Funkmaster Flex (feat. Charli Baltimore and Cam'Ron) [CB and Cam] Uh, uh, yo, yeah [CB] Yeah, Funkmaster Flex, final chapter [Cam] Yeah, it's Killa Cam baby [CB] Volume Three [Cam] Killa Cam, Harlem World baby [CB] Uhh, aight.. Charli Baltimore representin Philly [Cam] Yo, we about to show you what we gonna to do y'all [CB] Yeah, aight [Cam] KnowhatI'msayin? Show y'all how unready, y'all are For Untertainment [CB] Untertainment [Cam] Show em Charli [CB] Check, yo, yo [Cam] Take it Charli, rip it down now [CB] Yo, yo [Charli Baltimore] Ni**a, who run here? Undeas, you underachieved In this league, unglued cause we sunned you You unfit for underground sh*t we unstoppable Pop hits, top ten b**ch, never undroppable Underestimate, we under esca-lators, plottin Unexpected, undetected You unsuitable for unveiling, call us, what We unavail-in, e-mailin, so what to tell dem CB push unmarked V's with diamond marquees Unblemished, unfinished, til I unload Un-Usual-ly Suspect-ed but f**k it Unaffected by y'all haters I know enough and Unlike me you're unlucky, sittin ducky I'm untouchable, spittin lovely with Big above me Slugs be flyin you're unwilling to die and We stay underlying keep your death untiming Unable to understand the Un madness But nothin ever goes unsaid, for the cabbage Underrated, unfaded, nah, to say we comes off A understatement, uhh, we Untertainment [Cam'Ron] Aiyyo this ni**a named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P Caught him at the D-M-V, while my a** T-N-T Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3 Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K-F-C 850i, Q45, we the seventh wonders Niggaz who be Willie-st, ten and eleven hundreds And, B-L, double-O-D, R-I-P C-O-C from N-Y to O-T That night tried to O-D, sniffed a whole key Puffed a O-Z, a blunt soaked in Olde E Yeah we had C-O's, then we moved to P-O's Yeah we want a O-T, for now we need a T-O Could we duck the D-A, when we was in V-A Now we got the hot out, in P-A Tell you now it's easy to get a G-B, from A-T-L to D-C Girls see my D**K in 3-D, and umm F**k a A-C-T, R-C-T or S-A-T Cause a ni**a like me, ain't get no P-H-D I'm wanted by the A-T-F, plus the I-R-S Put you in E-M-S, bloody like P-M-S Beef, let's get it done, get rid of sun, get a gun C'mon now Flex we got whips make it a hit or run You with it Dunn, the frigid one, just place a side bet Sank him so his face looked like a nightcheck, you hype yet? I'm ready for you faggots, drama on the promo For the condos with the momo, I hammer on you homos Whylin since quo mo, a center for the drama I'm the type to f**kin eat dinner with the Dahmer's You think how to teach a b**ch, is to eat a b**ch That's how you reach a b**ch, that think she all that Rip her one time, in two minutes she'll call back J-O on the podium, f**k rugs Flex I lay em on linoleum, just get the petroleum Gas em like helium, tell him that I'm feelin him Two weeks later, payday I'm peelin him Uh, Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster) Charli B'More, (Cam'Ron) Cam'Ron, where you at? Y'all in trouble Told y'all, I told y'all...