Lletres: 50 Cent. No Mercy, No Fear. Funk Flex.

Funk Flex
Yeah, G-Unit
You understand what's about to happen?
Huh huh?
(Do you understand?)

Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before

Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how you choose your words
'Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin' brains on the curb

Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin' low you see that gun in my hand
G-Unit, don't go fuckin' with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, I'ma say I told you boy

See you rollin' with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns
16 hollows is loaded in every one, I know you slow, so
I do the math that's 320 shells flyin' at your ass
You spend a lot of time talkin' about how you ball out

When you get hit you gonna run
And bleed till you fall down
I guess you didn't think
We was down to go all out

One second, you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong, I'm gone, gone

Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before

Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before

And I'm back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex, kingpin style
Ya heard me, c'mon, c'mon
Make me cut something
Make me bust something
C'mon, c'mon, I want you to, c'mon