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    "Duck Down" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex

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    [FunkMaster Flex]
    Chris Lighty

    This is Tobas Katowsky reporting live from the Brookyln Bridge
    Suspects otherwise known as Da Franchise
    Have once again took to the streets
    Our advice is to duck down

    [Da Franchise]
    1-9 shit
    Uhh, you see that Brooklyn

    Bullshit, I'm on it like Big was
    Franchise don't get me mixed up for real, uhh
    I'm still here, nigga it's real here
    Talk slick, I'll have you rollin around in wheelchairs
    And yeah, I play shit with gambling heads
    Or I'll have your bitch scrambling eggs
    Either or it's me, RC, the outdoor outlaw
    Type to throw my guns up southpaw, let's get it on
    See the waves under the rag, the rims under the Jag
    Guns cover my waist, no wonder you mad
    Fools call it gangsta but we call it gutter
    Cold War, I bring the heat to you summer to summer
    I'm the criminal that'll leave your condition critical
    My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you
    El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead
    Feed my clips hollowheads, please you cowards better

    [Chorus x2]
    Duck down
    This one is over your head boy
    Duck down
    Out fool, you'll be a dead boy
    Duck down
    You heard what I said boy
    Duck down
    What you saying huh
    What you saying huh

    Once the beef is on fam we goin out
    Summer fade, winter time I'm in the blow out
    BK stompin which one of you fools would start somethin
    Y'all don't want me to turn best out of Compton
    We don't need Destiny's Child to get it jumpin
    Hoes be stretchin us out, it ain't nothin
    Everything from the crib to the car be dirty
    Who are we? Franchise, dirty money
    There's three in the clip, and my whole team is hung
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Jamal Woolard, Jermaine Denny, Kareem Savage, Sheldon Harris.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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