Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex

60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do

Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop

You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this

Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it

Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it

The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?

Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluid

That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V

You rap niggaz on the radio don't do it for me

Insert the removable face, place the CD

Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense

Talk about bitten lines

Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine

Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime

And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed

Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly

Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw

Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you

Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you

I do anything when I put my mind to it

A whole lot more when I put the nine to it

I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit

On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man

Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit

No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get

I fold shit like poker, smack em around

On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?

Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me

Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?

No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit

Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit

Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick

I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit

I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit

Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!-