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Flex

Flex, flex

Flex

Flex, flex

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Slippin' through my shit wonderin' what hits I 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'?

Ooh, 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!

[Chorus]

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 or step to the wrong fuckin' man

The crew too, fifty niggas in the wrong clan

You fuckin' bitch, you better take your snitch ass home

Ayo, what is up? So feel his chrome on your damn dome

Boom, boom, boom! Niggas better duck, or get bucked

Fuck stuck, in the damn gut

I try to tell ya, but niggas ain't feel me

To fuck with Thoro and to them never hail, G

Born for ballin', raise up and stop stallin'

I'm ready [?] pain, bet yo' ass, you'll be foolin'

I'm the, foul type, then I 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

Step to us, you got some motherfuckin' nerve (Hah)

So back up or get jacked, don't test

Son get wrecked, it will be a mess

If they wanna-

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Flex, flex

Flex, flex

Flex

Flex, flex

Flex

Flex, flex

Flex

Flex, flex

[Verse 3: E.D.I. Mean (Big Malcolm)]

Ayo, niggas get bucked quick

When they fuck with, the Thoro Headz, stuck

Bet you can't budge with the rough niggas

See, it's fifty niggas, that means a hundred heads roll

Not to mention I'm countless, I'm outta ammo

So why would you wanna play to test?

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

Yeah, still wreck, you test yo' mic, I'm gon' check it

TEC's skip, wreck none, niggas wanna flex it

They call me Big Malc, he put the fucker bitch and then I'm outie

Five thou', G, don't ever doubt me (Me)

I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jam

And go, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty

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

Better task, bitch, or get yo' ass kicked (Ass kicked)

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

'Cause in a flash, I'll snatch a badge out yo' mark ass

Ayo, spark, and spliff, fifty niggas (Fifty niggas!)

We should give on some of these motherfuckers some of that real hit

Ill shit, and keep the hoes on the diznit

Attackin' niggas like shit lists, with the quickness

So fuck around, nigga, feel what I want to TEC's ya

Or watch yo' back, nigga, 'cause we quick ta-

[Hook]

[Outro: 2Pac]

Thoro Headz, motherfuckers

Big Malcolm, motherfucker

Indo, boy

Strictly representin' for the motherfuckin' full crowded quickness?

Them niggas can't be fucked with

So when I keel over and die, they gon' take that shit

So all you weak motherfuckers get the motherfuckin' DICK

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

Young niggas, young niggas!