Tudunn Tudunn Tudunn (Make U Jump)

[Funkmaster Flex] Murder Inc. Thugged Out Franchise Funk Flex Big dog pit bulls! Two suburbans and a fucking Hurst! Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' em out there! Scream at ya boy! [Noreaga] Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black niggas On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit You see I'm half fucking black and motherfucking spik Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn How I hit a nigga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn Niggas fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary want to see how these fake niggas'll act When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns Most of these niggas just mostly run You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing Niggas out of order you know shit 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 Fuck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk why'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 fucked up I can't see the number Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under I miss my niggas I want to see em All my niggas that's dead laying in mausoleums For my niggas that's locked up the same shit I told why'all niggas I hold why'all niggas to all this Picture us going all legit with all this Line em up; get em all together they all miss See all my niggas we starvin' and waitin' To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement In 2000 I don't get along with niggas That's why you never me on a song with a niggas Just my clique roll strong them niggas And wait till we see why'all it's on with you niggas And I could just slap why'all go on little niggas [Chorus] [Funkmaster Flex] Big dog pit bulls! Funk Flex, Big Kap! Cipher sounds! Mr. Cee! Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore! Frank Jigga, Corey Ock! The Funk Regulator see-note! Keep It Gator! And keep it global! SP Killa this shit is fucking ugly! Cut this shit off, it's a fucking wrap!