Funkmaster Flex & King Von — Lurkin

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[Intro: King Von & Funkmaster Flex]
Ha, ha, ha
Von, Von, Von
That hard, BMC

[Verse 1: King Von]
Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?)
They never gave a nigga shit so I had to rob
I was walkin’ niggas down, they ain’t have a car (Yeah)
Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain’t gettin’ far
Too sad, he was talkin’ bad, now he in the Star (Boom)
Who’s that? We don’t give a fuck, he ain’t one of ours
Switch the car, hit ’em hard (Woah), cold, play it smart
While you out, you would stop, hit the gas, livin’ large (Uh)

[Chorus: King Von]
Damn, you know we ain’t squashin’ no beef (No beef)
My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road
We leavin’ this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
Got some shorties outside, they lurkin’ for me, uh (Huh?)
They ain’t lurkin’ for free (Yeah)
Got some shorties outside and they won’t go to sleep (Huh? What?)
‘Cause this how they eat

[Verse 2: King Von]
But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool)
‘Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn)
And I know the feds, they watchin’ me too (Huh?)
But niggas ain’t stoppin’ me, I’m sendin’ this bitch to the moon
We shoot them boys fast, say, «Give ’em a broom» (Damn)
This one for Patoon (Boom)
And if you ain’t see his ass, you’ll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?)
Put him on the news (Boom, boom)
This how it go (You know how it go)
Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole)
Better not move slower (Not move slower)
Boys on a roll (Them boys on a)
Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score)
Boys ain’t gon’ go (Boys ain’t gon’ go)
That boy ain’t no ho (That boy ain’t no ho)
I’m lettin’ you know, I’m lettin’ you know