Flex (Expanded Edition Bonus Track)

(Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 1993)

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[2Pac:]
Slipping through my shit wondering 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'?

Ooh, I know you didn't expect a nigga to catch wreck
I'm coming 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
Leaving niggas with Plumps, smoking 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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[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 fucking man
The crew too, fifty niggas in the wrong clan

You fucking 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
Schooling, 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
Slamming dust, he got some motherfucking nerve
So back fucking and get jacked, don't test
So get wrecked and it will be a mess
If they wanna

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[E.D.I. Mean:]
Hey yo, nothing 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 testing your mic full of check tack it
Rep with
Niggas wanna flex it

They call me Big Mac, you put the fucking bitch
And I'm outie
Five dodge and you will never doubt me
I'm getting flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sitting and pissing on a bitch ass panty

Yeah, like it's magic we coming on that ass massive
Better tap in or get your ass kicked
And if you planning on rushing, 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
Attacking 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

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[2Pac:]
Thoro Headz motherfucker
Big Malcolm, motherfucker indo boy
Strictly representing for the motherfucking fugitive [?]
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 motherfucking [?]
'Cause my niggas ain't afraid of flexing you feel me
Young niggas, young niggas

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