Let's Be Specific - Cool Whip, Tragedy, Freddie Foxxx, Raekwon & Havoc: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Cool Whip, Tragedy, Freddie Foxxx, Raekwon & Havoc

Let's Be Specific

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Rap

Let's Be Specific fue lanzado el 29 de noviembre de 1995 por RCA Records Label como parte del álbum Funkmaster Flex Presents The Mix Tape Vol. 1

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumFunkmaster Flex Presents The Mix Tape Vol. 1

Fecha de lanzamiento29 de noviembre de 1995

Sello discográficoRCA Records Label

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM93

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Cool Whip

Intérprete

Tragedy

Intérprete

Freddie Foxxx

Intérprete

Raekwon

Intérprete

Havoc

Intérprete

Michelob

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Cool Whip

Composición

Tragedy

Letra

Freddie Foxxx

Composición

Raekwon

Composición

Havoc

Letra

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Funk Flex

Producción

Jessica Rosenblum

Jessica Rosenblum

Producción ejecutiva

Chris Lighty

Producción ejecutiva

Kieran Walsh

Ingeniería de mezcla

Leon Zervos

Masterización

Letra

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

You's just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal

No type remorse when I pull steel, kill you and your fucking horse

I'm in the midst of musical moments

Lyrical guns bust, Bibles you trust and body parts turn to dust

Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman

Running to your bitch ass Batcave

Be aware when your women's in term, I sperm grenades

Got you swimming while you're dreaming in Cool Whip semen

Headaches are like earthquakes, breaking you down

And crying out for your lady, motherfucking crybaby

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

But fuck that, we juxing

If you got what we like, it gets tooken

Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good looking

Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn

Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up

Got the 80 auto in case a **** wanna roll up

Get your motherfucking shit swole up

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends

Making G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies

Sipping Hennessy, with my mind on some crime shit

One-time searching me, but never ever find shit

It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze

Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's

The Queen's nation, representation, I represent

Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint

Forever bent off the Henny demon, **** is scheming

My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega

Pick up the cellular, call Capone-N-Noreaga

The nickel plated auto when I rep for dolo

Fuck one time, I'm bucking back at the po-po

It's the Dainy got me acting like that

Squeeze MAC's outta states, ass, money and tracks

I'm addicted to the C.R.E.A.M., I need cheese and stacks

So I'ma die trying with AK's and MAC's

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

Yo, yeah, yeah, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain

Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains

The Clan has built, pouring armarettos in milk

Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, house of wilding, house medallion

Peace to cats profiling on the island

Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew

If I feel shiest, watch the ice turn blue

But for now, milk the cow wit the know how

Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls

He, yo, **** who bless cassettes

Peace my ****, one love to Funkmaster Flex

I'm in the hole **** knocking in sing-sing

Barefoot in draws from jacking yours **** 'cause you saw

99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic

I'm starting to bug the fuck out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild

Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile

Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up

Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big players

Foxxx got the block rock down to Rhymesayers

I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls

Chopping mad **** to the blade is mad dull

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

One time, one time, one time

Style's kinda different, but let's be specific

Written by: Cool Whip, Freddie Foxxx, Havoc, Raekwon, Tragedy

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