Freestyle over Mobb Deep

Everytime (Everytime...) I feel the need I envision you

On the one's and two's in the Dj booth (Da, da, da, da...)

I just want Funkmaster to rock the set

Play it on and on for me Flex

Hey yo come through, Flex on the one two's in the Tunnel

Peepin' for Sax so we can creep it on the humble

Beams and triples, kitted whips and chicks flock the scene J

ake barricadin' the spot, tryin' to stop my team

Front of the line a few crips just throwin' up signs

To the bouncers it's all real if you checkin' for nines

I got a dimebag a Dutch a few foes and nuff rhymes

You holdin' up lines, I breeze through and snatch up the dimes

Specific with mine, I'm Basic like Sharon within an Instinct

I mix drinks and polly with chicks that keep they shit thick

And script ink, name with the number to get our clicks linked

I quick think, before you can blink I'm on the next chick

Shot of Henny in my right hand, stumblin' while I'm scopin'

While Flex spins the plat hits, gettin' them bitches open

And back in the bar, dime shorties actin' like stars

After the party them same dimes is packed in the car So what's the deal Ma'?

Everytime (Everytime...) I feel the need,

I envision you On the one's and two's in the Dj booth (Da, da, da, da...)

I just want Funkmaster to rock the set

Play it on and on for me Flex