Rasta T Freestyle lyrics

by

Big Pun


Funkmaster Flex Intro:
Aiight 60 minutes of funk. B-Side flava
Big shout to the overseer Shalaam
Big shout to my man Rasta T
Funk Flex from the BX. Aiight!

Rasta T:
Infared on top of Glocks make the murder docks hot
Now me and Sire got to set up shop
Off a 1-9-8 get our sh*t straight
Outta state
Cause in New York we eatin' off of paper plates
And that don't hold much weight
So we made a power move for some short keys
Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean with the cheese
Now we off to Tennessees
Where the n*ggas think we coocoo
The town drink Yoohoo
But the money comes in beaucoup amounts
I can't count all the cream that I seen
But now this gangsta leads with mad cream in his jeans
Graduated from stick ups to makin' big money pick ups
Got dimes that keep my di*k up got sons that lift my bricks up
And transport the weight in about every state
A n*gga buy four give 'em eight
And get the cheese and lay the date
Rasta T Costalano
I'm servin' more customers than McDonalds
From dope fiends to winos
But you know the final
Outcome
Dad to be shady
A n*gga tried to creep me and sleep me with the 380
A good thing he grazed me on the side of my neck
Cause there is this chick I met that I haven't hit yet
And besides that I'm the Queens hero, Rast T
Can't be lettin' no chumps get no points off me
So when I see you kid it's on you can bet your loot
Or better yet save your cash for your funeral suit
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