(feat. Da Old Skool) The Perpetating Balling Ass Nigga On Your Block With Slave Money From The Record Company I'm Popping Now I'm On My Way To The Neighborhood
First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn, where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battlin' this other emcee) (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40
up my pen four years from the date Never thought I'd be rapping, and be signed to Dre Never been to New York, I had to find a way So I dropped 40 bars
them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the day you called to hit him up I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga
? Yup Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk
fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo Some
the outskirts bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen fuck a 40 I
punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, I got a glock in my pants I don't dance, I sit around I don't sip 40's, I pound I been around
and the cat and a bag is on me Yeah Right!! My bear hugz air tight New Yorkerz no no turnin on a redlight Me against 40 of you? a fair fight Microphones
Meth, Funk Doc Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! [echos out] Calm me down baby Nod your head to this Come on Ey yo this is WKYA radio We kickin your motha fuckin ass Yo Flex Thats right it's goin down Redman, Method Man blackin the funk
" My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc The bigfoot out for the squosh Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush Fire in a hole! Hiking in the snow with 40
flow on (flow, flow) [Cedric Ceballos] Now I told you once before its the mad punk kickin rough stuff, quick dunk nigga back the funk up yeah give
I consume, always cartin the mushrooms with clear sight, the daylight's like the night a closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise a nice 40 ounce a O
urine/ what is telegraphic, tell a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly
our own hands 'Cause you ain't fuckin' with a rookin', nigga You fuckin' with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you