[Intro]

What what?

Suckass

Who the fuck is Flex

[Nuttso]

Yeah, y'all hear this nigga talking that major shit

In his own hometown though, nigga, that's fake shit

When 'Pac and Biggie died we stayed on some playa shit

Now all of a sudden this nigga wanna ride on us some hatin' shit

Sayin' how the nigga don't fuck with 2Pac

When niggas in your home circle fuck with 2Pac

The East and the West Coast fuck with 2Pac's

Until the end of time we gon' fuck with 2Pac

Talk shit and hide is what ain't gon' do

You can find me in your face spitting anger juice

With them bangers loots for the dangers crew

Fucking up the night like us gangstas do

I'm your ghost in the night, make and hang in your noose

Sparking up the nights is what them thangs gon' do

You come back to the West is what you ain't gon' do

You best tryna meet me on paper view

You didn't wanna see 'Pac in his physical form

That's why you ass talking shit, nigga, after he's gone

I thought the bitch nigga bit his tongue

But when I re-heard it I was like, "come on, son"

He hopped off 'Pac starting sucking on Biggie dick

Sweeter than a pop-tart, man, you believe that shit?!

It ain't gon' be who shot ya when you ass get hit

You can blame it on West Coast smash and shit

Cause me and my packing niggas be coming attacking niggas

Be running up jacking niggas and whacking the clacking niggas

We out the niggas that they think we're some rapping niggas

Before you start yapping, nigga, you better go get ya back up, nigga

I'm hacking niggas and rat-tat-ing these niggas

Like clack clack this nigga like backslapping this nigga

For yap yappin in a leopard livin' in yappet

Now you gotta deal with the livin', nigga, what's happenin'?

Up in Manhattan when you throwing my set up

In front of Bad Boy Entertainment throwing the West up

I guess again it's time to make a nigga respect us

Cause now that 'Pac gone nigga throwin his chest up

The West up, now nigga, what's next?

How can a nigga with no muscle nigga be called Flex?

Tryna build record sales, nigga, I ain't buyin

You response should be an apology, we still ain't buyin'

Consequences of a real nigga, whip till he's wet up

My competition, nigga, find 'em, it's a hit from the neck up

I'm on a kind of mission ripping your set up

But won't stop spitting clips until that AK let up

DJ? Yeah, stands for Dead Jockey

So nigga watch ya head cause what you said was sloppy

Funky ass nigga, you starvin' probably

You ain't a master, you'se a carbon copy

The F stands for faggot, nigga, feelin' the pain

And the L is for his character, nigga is lame

The E's for the extra weight the nigga being gained

Then the S is what we used to walk out that nigga name

Sparking the flame like darts at a frame

His next interview it gon' be talking in pain

Yeah nigga, you ain't boss in the game

Doing shit like that proved you lost in the game

When Biggie died West Coast radio played him

Now this nigga wanna lie, man, this nigga is crazy

Now can nothin' save him, warnin' shots done grazed him

He like a predator done, Niggas is hittin' it from every angle

When 'Pac died he thought he was over, right?!

But thugs don't die, bitch nigga, we multiply

I been a outlaw, I chose to ride

And go out the way I'm supposed to die

Put the death to Makaveli, nigga know how to handle that

Dress in AK's like Suge with a battle axe

Check my stats and that's actual fact

Then while police was bullshit and I was looking for white Cadillac

Imagine that nigga coming at you clacking that

Tryna get at you with that yappin' ass

I got platinum plaques and platinum gats

And young goons on call to hand your hat

Stand back