Lyrics:
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
Then hit and hold
Now let it out
How you feel when the herb
Got you by the balls
And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
You can't shake
That
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
thizzle,
Swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
It's missile from the funk-nik,
I can't see it,
40 Water, you killin' me wit this cheap shit.
No hacking the funk I write my own lyrics that are based off of facts and I'm backin it up
We rap in a bunch but I do my own thing cuz I like making
using fire bars
Vile war, fighting all alone, everyone at once
That's my path
By spreading my fatum, bring tantrum, into sanctum
Of your lifes
Had no
caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't
on these niggas
With that thunder no Durant
Or
NBA
Niggas by associate
Don't get no play
It's a lot of riff and mishaps
In my City
Where I grew up and stay
Will Be With I
Step Aside Thats What She Told Renee
Cho: ( I Wayne)
The Life Way The Right Way, No If No But No Maybe
She Her The Bright Way Noh
I'm an Underground King, nigga let my nuts hang, nigga
Sayin' I'm only in [Incomprehensible], ain't no thang
Nigga, everybody rappin' like they ballin'
these racks bitch by the ton
Take a trip to ella hit saks fifth by my ones
I got all this water on drip
U got no funds
Ima be in the benz by the end
to
Cuz jungle? she get it, but that other shit? that isn't cool"
No one ever said allat, but i heard lots of other shit
Niggas rock w/ the Z but scared
old hunchback
Better run, hide, quick, fast
He's coming for my ass with a shovel
No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit
So I dove in, I did
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing
[Prosecutor]
Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
brother;
Didn't have no money for college, he was taught the street knowledge.
Part of the plan;
To keep us fightin' in the street, instead of becomin'
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no
the funk
Stop fronting
And hang it up
Ain’t got no bars
Like bath tub edges
Y’all lost connection
So southwest think new mex is in Austin Texas
I’m off
As a youngster I've always been around some funk
I'm watchin' niggas duck from buck shots of the pump
Bein' around this shit made a nigga violent
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
No happy-happy, joy-joy
It's these boys,
Runnin' from decoys, pimpin'
Lately i chill like a baby
Puffy lux when am laying
Spend some racks on designer Sheet
Yh it's from the trapping
I just passed by with a coup
Now
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