Flex

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Flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Slippin' through my shit wonderin' what hits it get

Even before the flicks I was always hit to flip the script

Let's play a game, call catch a bitch, how you play?

Well diss me nigga and catch a fist, you playin'?

Ooo, I know you didn't expect a nigga to catch wreck

I'm comin' from the west, they all slept (Flex)

'Cause it's been a long day

And I get with Johnny Q when niggas rub me the wrong way

Twenty four tracks is fat and all that

Pack smack, jaw crack, after that, can I get my balls back?

Nigga don't front, just pass the blunt

I freak the funk for the trunks, pop the pump on the chumps

I make ya jump

Dum diddy dump, love to thump

Leavin' niggas with Plumps, smokin' blunts and skunks

So here it comes, let's have a gun

Or get done by the worst of our trumps for fun

Pump pump!

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Flex, flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

[Verse 2: Kastro]

Oh duck, prepare to throw nigga, get that ass dropped

Give us mad props and get packed I'm mad hot

So get that 'caine step to the wrong fuckin' man

The crew too, fifty niggas in the wrong clan

You fuckin' bitch you better take you snitch ass home

[?] is up feel his chrome on your damn dome

Boom boom boom niggas better duck or get bucked

Fuck stuck in the damn gut

I tryna tell ya but niggas ain't feel me

The fuck with dollar wouldn't that, never hail g

Born for boner, raise up in the stack

Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass

Will be fillin on the

Foul type, then you say hi when I pass by

A nigga tryna act fly god bless the nice try

Straight serve, what a herb, kicked to the curb

Slammin' dust, he got some motherfuckin' nerve

So back fuckin' and get jacked , dont test

So get wrecked and it will be a mess

If they wanna be a

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Flex, flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

Flex, flex flex

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean]

Hey yo, nothin' gets buck quick

When he fuck with, and Thoro Headz stuck

Bet you can't budge with the rough niggas

See, it's fifty niggas with me, is hundred head raw

Not to mention a countless, I'm not ya ammo

So why would you wanna play a test

You can't fade the best, since you get laid to rest

Yeah, still wreck, you testin' your mic full of check tack it

Rep with

Niggas wanna flex it

They call me Big Mac, you put the fuckin bitch

And I'm outie

Five dodge and you will never doubt me

I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy

Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty

Yeah, like it's magic we comin' on that ass massive

Better tap in or get your ass kicked

And if you plannin' on rushin', better stomp fast

'Cause in the flat, I snatch a badge out you mark ass

Ayo, spark, split fifty niggas

They should give us motherfucker some of that real shit

Ill shit they keep holes on the deals nigga

Attackin' niggas like shit list with quick hits

So fuck a rhyme if ya feel what I want for tacs

Watch ya back, nigga, 'cause we ain't quitter

[Outro: 2Pac]

Thoro Headz motherfucker

Big Malcolm, motherfucker indo boy

Strictly representin' for the motherfuckin' fuigitive [?]

Them niggas can't be fucked with

So when I keel over and die they gon take the shit

All you weak motherfuckers get the motherfuckin' [?]

'Cause my niggas ain't afraid of flexin' you feel me

Young Niggas, Young Niggas