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They want murder
So I ride with the head to the Sun
West siding all day with them K's in trunk
You want beef
Well homeboy
I've been praying for funk

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Signin' autographs 
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky 
Too busy out there

Slow down, P-Funk is back
I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style
It's cool I don't want it back
I let 'em hold that
But remember

quiver aye
R&B you know we playing got me shooting like a pistol (Got me shooting like a pistol)
If she call you by your government just know she stamped

time He Didn't even know who he was "Talkin' to"
Live by the gun play with fire better Kno you Gon' get burned
Best believe I ain't got no force
Nothing

she asking me how?
Legend in streets
Before I wake
Am I awake
Counting these sheep
Ate by the wolves
Making my bed
She take this wood
Fornicating

school
Talkin bout the 80's
But we still in uptown funk
Saw the red flags
You would think it's six flags
But it isn't six flags?
Man I must be drunk
Been

feet deep in the honey, my grave

I got the funk, I got the wave
I got the night, I got the day
I bend the time and I'm folding space
Still keep the nine

And I'm making sum money by grammin a bow
And I'm makin a profit I hit for the low
Call Mayra she ship me a load
She put dem za mushrooms right on my front

when you get money you do what you want
Light up the joint now you smelling that funk
Riding round keep the work in the trunk
If you need bag just hit up

shake
I guess I'm just in a funk, that I can't break
I'm

Detached
I'm floatin'
Like I'm out 
In the ocean
Cold breeze
No Jacket
I search for joy but

Ladies and gentlemen
And everything in between
Welcome to the durag durag experience
We're joined here by our special guest fortune
Ahaha
And We got

oldschool albo inaczej retro
Wtedy czuję luz pełen na wypasie biegnąc
Hip Hopu esencją prostota i funk
Widząc taki but tutaj wciąż myślę jako fan
Kiedy słyszę

not fight the feeling
Your body bullet ridden
And I got your bitch to do my bidding
Who does that shit
Don't fake that funk, homie
That shit straight

that's okay
I swear that it is my time, check the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with

the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with the runners
The money you got ain't nothin' but a number

time, check the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with the runners
The money you got ain't

the kitchen

Put ten toes on top every sentence

Type of dollars you get from a pension

Bout a bag and I need you to listen

Never Affected by pressure

I do

mothafucka' follow me
When the funk go down we ridin' deep, 
Wit a, I got you, an a you get me
Fear no man but God, so if it's on, it's on
Cowards can come

bus
Take me back to that place where my raving begun
Chased by a bum, your face feeling sunk
Find yourself out on the pavement, no one
But you wobbling

Sprewell chocked the coach 
The shit that I'm smoking from Cosavo 
But I'm planning a trip to Tokyo 
Came from the funk like armpits 
To popping trunks

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be

the past, so i’ll change myself
Grow like I can’t do nothing else until karma catch me
Or I’m hit by twelve
I was 11, when I turned hip-hop on 10
Did

not conceited, believe it, I welcome competition
Need I repeat it?, you're concedin' or meetin' submission
The funk jazz blues you lose this is bad ass