The Mix Tape Volume III

[Flex]<br>Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex<br><br>[Nore]<br>A lot of ghetto things goin on right here<br>Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.<br>FUNKMASTER! Flex, Flex<br>Big Punisher, Punisher<br>We on some shit<br>Thugs ?<br><br>Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey<br>Yo a GS grey, and a CLK<br>Never, ? so it can lead my way<br>My first, album was dope but ain`t, get no play<br>We smoked out, with them MLX`s<br>I`m underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks<br>CNN, yeah this is like our 60th week<br>Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin the peep<br>Me and you goin platinum, cause you fuckin with me<br>This is the final chapter, you told me, volume three<br>Yo, come through, eat niggaz like ? you<br>And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too<br>We at the Mariott, meet us at, 12:02<br>N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew<br>We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too<br>Cause if I had friends, I wouldn`t have a two door Benz<br>I, be on some deep shit, only coppin cheap shit<br>Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak shit<br>I don`t trust, no one now, cause they hate me<br>Everybody known to snake me, cornflake me<br>Lately, I concentrated, on my decision<br>I promised myself, I`d never go back to prison<br><br>Chorus: Nore and Pun<br><br>[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!<br>[Pun] Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged<br> We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs<br>[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!<br>[Pun] Big Nore and Pun, we`re warriors from<br> the glorious and most notorious slums<br>[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!<br>[Pun] Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start<br> Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it`s sparked<br>[Nore] Yo Thug Brothers!<br>[Pun] Jess West, Pun from TS<br> Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga ????<br><br>[Big Punisher]<br>You brave in the heart, playin a part amazingly smart<br>Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art<br>Takin New York cats past the start<br>First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh<br>Computer chip, locomotion flow, ????<br>Tote the toast on low, business never personal<br>Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece<br>or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices<br>They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry em<br>The pendulum state of death is my fate, cool I`m dyin<br>If that`s my destiny it`s meant to be, just remember<br>to bury the motherfuckin that bent me right, next to me<br>Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then<br>Let`s fight then, I`m hype blend, comin with the thunder<br>and the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm<br>Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the Bronx<br>Mic in the palm, it`s the Ghetto God<br>I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad<br>We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife<br>She`d share to starve on my diet, understand I`m like God in her eyes<br>The father of Christ, get a mere mortal<br>Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it`s Brothers Thuggin<br><br>Chorus latter 1/2