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[FunkMaster Flex]
Violator
Chris Lighty

[Reporter]
This is Tobas Katowsky reporting live from the Brookyln Bridge
Suspects otherwise known as Da Franchise
Have once again took to the streets
Our advice is to duck down

[Da Franchise]
1-9 shit
Uhh, you see that Brooklyn

Bullshit, I'm on it like Big was
Franchise don't get me mixed up for real, uhh
I'm still here, nigga it's real here
Talk slick, I'll have you rollin around in wheelchairs
And yeah, I play shit with gambling heads
Or I'll have your bitch scrambling eggs
Either or it's me, RC, the outdoor outlaw
Type to throw my guns up southpaw, let's get it on
See the waves under the rag, the rims under the Jag
Guns cover my waist, no wonder you mad
Fools call it gangsta but we call it gutter
Cold War, I bring the heat to you summer to summer
I'm the criminal that'll leave your condition critical
My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you
El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead
Feed my clips hollowheads, please you cowards better

[Chorus x2]
Duck down
This one is over your head boy
Duck down
Out fool, you'll be a dead boy
Duck down
You heard what I said boy
Duck down
What you saying huh
What you saying huh

Once the beef is on fam we goin out
Summer fade, winter time I'm in the blow out
BK stompin which one of you fools would start somethin
Y'all don't want me to turn best out of Compton
We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin
Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin
Everything from the crib to the car be dirty
Who are we? Franchise, dirty money
There's three in the clip, and my whole team is hung
[FunkMaster Flex]   Violator   Chris Lighty      [Reporter]   This is Tobas Katowsky reporting live from the Brookyln Bridge   Suspects otherwise known as Da Franchise   Have once again took to the streets   Our advice is to duck down      [Da Franchise]   1-9 shit   Uhh, you see that Brooklyn      Bullshit, I'm on it like Big was   Franchise don't get me mixed up for real, uhh   I'm still here, nigga it's real here   Talk slick, I'll have you rollin around in wheelchairs   And yeah, I play shit with gambling heads   Or I'll have your bitch scrambling eggs   Either or it's me, RC, the outdoor outlaw   Type to throw my guns up southpaw, let's get it on   See the waves under the rag, the rims under the Jag   Guns cover my waist, no wonder you mad   Fools call it gangsta but we call it gutter   Cold War, I bring the heat to you summer to summer   I'm the criminal that'll leave your condition critical   My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you   El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead   Feed my clips hollowheads, please you cowards better      [Chorus x2]   Duck down   This one is over your head boy   Duck down   Out fool, you'll be a dead boy   Duck down   You heard what I said boy   Duck down   What you saying huh   What you saying huh      Once the beef is on fam we goin out   Summer fade, winter time I'm in the blow out   BK stompin which one of you fools would start somethin   Y'all don't want me to turn best out of Compton   We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin   Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin   Everything from the crib to the car be dirty   Who are we? Franchise, dirty money   There's three in the clip, and my whole team is hung