The Mix Tape Volume III

[Ice Cube]<br>Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don`t worry about your time zone, get<br>your grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!<br><br>[Funkmaster Flex]<br>Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this.<br><br>[Mack 10]<br>Yo, check it, let the games begin<br>It`s all to the good, bust out to the NYC from Inglewood<br>We can all get down, have loot, and get licked<br>So fuck the bi-coastal beef and bullshit<br>It`s the nigga that you know is gun-ho<br>Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe<br>With ?tips? for the real niggas to make it thorough<br>Much love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs<br>Like E.F. Hutton, they listen when I`m speakin<br>Poor white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans<br>Mack wanna blast when the index itches<br>Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit switches<br>Check the menu, you need it, I got it<br>Everything, hit records to narcotics<br>Its all about the dough, rain, sleet or snow<br>And the first fool to cross me catch the four-four<br>Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one<br>And whoever don`t like it, fuck em and eat a fat one<br>The to homies in the pen, I`ll send you a kite<br>Cause its time for the real niggas to unite<br>Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures<br>We showed each other love so now Flex is my nigga<br>I remember the day, if it was good you never fought it<br>No matter where you were from if it was bumpin you bought it<br>From East to West Coast, its all the same<br>Its either run the dope game, or do the rap thang<br>Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight<br>Two heats on my hip, left and right for the fight<br>So with that hoo-bangin life<br><br>[Funkmaster Flex]<br>Y`knaw mean, cause that`s the way we keep it moving, baby. <br><br>[Ice Cube]<br>Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It don`t stop, The<br>Final Chapter. You know how we do it.<br><br>[Funkmaster Flex]<br>I still ain`t havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Drop<br>that, don`t miss it. I`m tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin<br>on me. Be-atch! Aight.