For My Thugs (Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap Feat. Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel & Amil) (Album Version|Explicit) - Funkmaster Flex/Big Kap/Jay-Z/Memphis Bleek/Beanie Sigel/Amil

This one for the future

Everybody want to be a roc a fella gangsta

Hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

Hey yo niggas want to drive by the hood and dump

Come on stupid I clap up from your hood to the trunk

Foot on the floor back on the wall good with the pump

Blast through your stomach stupid you can look through your lunch

Is this what you want niggas that's clapping that priest

Running the streets lawless blasting police

Sticking furby's out the window snatching your niece

And nah we don't just rap we clap you past the seats

Me with the twin eagle b sigel and Bleak

And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me

I'm loved niggas want to throw slugs with jigga

All they need is a reason to show love for jigga

Niggas want to go back to back till both of our gats clack

Till we reload in three seconds flat I'm back

Niggas ain't met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder

And we exit out ya back gangsta ni**a

Jay z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

Bleak to my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

Both it's all love niggas

Cock and shoot it smoke whole city polluted

When I talk the whole block muted

Like E F hutton style

Bleak not fronting now

We suit up for war with no button down

We clip up and zip up hit your wip up

Put 4 in your cage the other 4 in your face

And you don't want that

I catch a ni**a who ain't pump at

Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back

Me bean jay sh*t you can't front that

W**d coke d**e Bleak ni**a pump that

Stay in the game for my beef I tote up

Sit blow in the seat my w**d I roll up

Smoke one to the head come between my stomach and leg

Yeah I'm the thuggin the street

You don't want nothing with Bleak

Its roc a fella for life you know that sh*t

Get your guns get your ones ni**a throw that sh*t

Jay z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

Bleak where my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

Both it's all love niggas

This goes out to my give head b**ches my suck p**sy niggas

Supply cookie niggas

Yo I live for the sheets I die for the sheets

And I got spit for beets like I ride for my peeps

Yo I love this glamour sh*t but b**ch I been gutter

Before can I get it and double excel covers

I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore

I like everything from my dick to my bras raw

Now is my street niggas no into this

Now is my street b**ches not into this

Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel

You know the rock itchy finger the tussle

This territory locked no more room in this hustle

Check the sound scan we getting platinum plaques and bundles

Verses I lye them down they never die down

If the crowd rile down then fire another round

Jay Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

Bleak to my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

Both it's all love niggas

Beanie sigel

I squeeze guns that'll go through your jeep

You know I'm controlling the street

Beanie sigel hove and Bleak

I keep rope and a baby Mack

Don't get your ladies snatched

Coming out that baby gat

F**king with a crazy cat

I know you want to lay me flat

Sh*t plenty niggas want to pay me back

Win on stick ups turn thou' avalanche pick ups

For the soft and the cooked up they lost when they looked up

Why you think I roll with the roc

Sh*t everybody I roll wit hash e

Everybody I roll wit got

Ain't stopping me from taking over blocks

West coast style S K with the shoulder stop

Order hour fifteen I spur on your team

Four pound heckling cocked

Jeckle ya block setting off viper alarms

Striking ya moms

Roc a fella dynasty gotcha right in their palms

Jay Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

Bleak to my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

Both it's all love niggas

To my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

It's all love niggas

Jay Z I flow hard for the street sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies but this one for my thugs

To my thug niggas slug niggas tear the club niggas

My I don't give a f**k niggas

It's all love niggas