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(feat. King Sun) Ain't no rapper who could stifle this I'm twice as triflin, as Satan's worst disciple is Better get that through your head right quick Better yet, you get your crew if the ?shred's by picks? Out of nowhere, cats with no fear, show fear Trust me after that, them cats ain't tryin to go there when the real dogs lock jaws to the death I'm all up in the pits runnin hundred dollar bets Here to collect is the ironhead clad rep In the days, I waved heat at heatwave for half step My Boogie Nights in the hood be tight cause my goods be right, I Suge all Knight, twenty-four like Servin the raw type of smack-a-lak Havin these new jacks laid out flat, on they back Wakin up askin what was that just hit em This ironhead spittin on the Funk Flex rhythm Knahmean? It's your man King Sun Funk Flex volume three Cause them other cats straight up pussy Let me find that Aus Songtexte Mania