Tudunn Tudunn Tudunn (Make U Jump) lyrics

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N.O.R.E.


[Funkmaster Flex]
Murder Inc
Thugged Out
Franchise
Funk Flex
Big Dawg Pitbulls!
Two suburbans and a f*cking hearse!
Cause Funk Flex and NORE are killin' em out there!
Scream at ya boy!

[Noreaga]
Yo me and Pun used to slap n*ggas
And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black n*ggas
On weekends with the Ricans cause n*gga I fit
You see I'm half f*cking black and motherf*cking spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
How I hit a n*gga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
n*ggas fans worry you see us Smirnoff and cranberry
My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary
Wanna see how these fake n*ggas'll act
When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back
Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns
Most of these n*ggas just mostly run
You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a f*cking gram missing
n*ggas out of order you know sh*t gone change
How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain
(Chorus)
[Willie Stubz]
The bass and the music that'll make you jump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk
You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump
It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn
f*ck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk
Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn

[Funkmaster Flex - overlapping last line of Chorus]
Yeah, It's going down!
Funk Flex, NORE!

[Noreaga]
My caller ID is f*cked up I can't see the number
Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under
I miss my n*ggas I wanna see em
All my n*ggas that's dead laying in mausoleums
For my n*ggas that's locked up the same sh*t
I told y'all n*ggas I hold y'all n*ggas to all this
Picture us going all legit with all this
Line em up; get em all together they all miss
See all my n*ggas we starvin' and waitin'
To take a n*gga hockey mask off like Jason
Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement
In 2000 I don't get along with n*ggas
That's why you never me on a song with a n*ggas
Just my clique roll strong them n*ggas
And wait till we see y'all it's on with you n*ggas
And I could just slap y'all go on little n*ggas
(Chorus)

[Funkmaster Flex]
Big Dawg Pitbulls!
Funk Flex, Big Kap!
Cipha Sounds!
Mister Cee!
Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kaori
Frank Jugga, Corey Ak!
The Funk Regulator C-note!
Keep It Gator!
And keep it global!
SPKilla this sh*t is f*cking ugly!
Cut this sh*t off, it's a f*cking wrap!
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