[Heavy D] Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig I'm talkin about from this
eat with my fingers Lost boys terrorise the neighbourhood And hounds of the Baskerville will be up to no good So come on, come on Everybody keep checking us Coming with the funk
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come
I love to pop the gun Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call
, the fourth deadly venom Nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck that I told you, we takin' over, yo 'Pac Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
motherfuckas check it out [Mr. Lil One] For all your motherfuckin' ass's [Mr. Shadow] We got Mr. Shadow, Mr. Lil One Hittman, the homeboy ?? Vicious Man Funk
Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life [Tah Murdah] My nigga BJ Ronnie Bumps My nigga Pre My nigga Dirty Funk Flex nigga Funk Flex nigga
C, it's murda for life [Tah Murdah] My nigga BJ Ronnie Bumps My nigga Pre My nigga Dirty Funk Flex nigga Funk Flex nigga
Verse 1: My old school homey took a fall His blood hit the mutha fuckin wall Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on It felt like Christmas
[redman] aiyyo watch yo mouth! [redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven Blaze the hot [ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five
to be wet To rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives
what you get and what you're gettin' is your Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied figure Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back
, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk
' money I throw my hands up and say, "It's good", like Gene Tunny C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow E-Swift the funk bro, beats to make
ride Let the bullets glide when you do a drive-by Body's dropped from one corner to the next nigga And it's Pooh's finger on the trigger What's that
again You the john about to make this nigga ri-i-ich Man, my finger puppet hard to resi-i-ist Find your niche, nigga hold that My trigger finger starts
t front, boy 'Cuz we're the skilled fools We'z are the funk The hardcore funk We ain't no joke Comin' out to note Ah, yeah, with the funk track Sing it
the world As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk (Escapism y'all) We drop mad flows, for the 1990's (Escapism y'all, escapism y'all) The Funk Doctor