Funk Mission

Don't get high off your own supply

Used to be my best homie now I can't even trust ya

Must'a got turned out by a busta

Smokin fine reefer wasn't enough so

You graduated now you stuff your nose with that white ho

Niggas beginning to think powdered lips make em hip

Look at the other fiends, recognize where you slipped

Cause I remember the times we was smokin bud and drinkin wine

Now all of a sudden, out of nowhere you sniffin lines

And I'm able to say through all my pains and all my pressures

I kept my nose closed workin to keep my shit together

And why in the fuck you need a sniffin friend?

To sniff shit with yo ass, cause yo ass got conned in

Think again cause even if I'm having problems

Experimenting with other drugs ain't gon help me solve em

I tried fry and what in the fuck did it do for me?

Not a damn thing now that fry shit is history

Somebody's walkin around don't even know they own name

A couple of years later you'll be doing the same thing

I got love for the ones who had love from the jump

But go and tell my brothers fight the funk

Look at ya, trying to be like super fly, you fucked up

Now your world is a plastic bag of white dust

Sucka, busta, don't come round me with that

Real niggas use crack to make they pockets fat

We don't need no more zombies walkin dead amongst us

And fake brothas who corrupt the mind of our youngsters

Cocaine one way or another leaves the permanent scars

A life of drug abuse or worse, a life behind bars

To some it's not a easy choice but it ain't hard for me

Fuck that white bitch cause I don't never wanna be

Somewhere trying to make up some kinda lie to say

Why this mothafuckin nose bleed won't go away

You got a fat piece of toilet paper stuck up in your nose pipe

You can't smell shit cause you been snorting through the whole night

I ain't tryin to say that I'm better than the next man

I understand anyone can do what they know they can

But you can't if you constantly looking for a way out

Stay out my path I ain't tryin to put the hand out

I lay out truth in stone so you can get deeper into the shit I'm sayin

While my tape is playin, need to listen up

Excuses, you keep using, who you foolin?

Nobody but yourself cause that cocaine rulin

Now who's in fuckin charge of your decisions?

As long as you continue to fuck around with funk mission

Don't get high off your own supply

Do you remember back in the day when niggas used to say

Don't get high off your own supply and make that pay

Paper, cheese, fetti, chips, grip, flo, stacks, loot, green, whatever you want to call that shit

Now on the serious tip for real here's what I've been thinkin

Our world is fucked up and it ain't just for one reason

Baby's come into this world hooked on drugs with aids

Hypocrites use religion just to get paid

But in my neighborhood I seen somethin hella drastic

It was tragic, it left a victim in a casket

Let me take ya back to sometime in the 70s

When old heads used the snow like we smoke weed

That shit was cool then but now let's take another look

Instead'a powder packs now you need yo shit cooked

Them cool niggas that used to kick a fro' and wear them stacks

He that nigga today starving tryin to buy some crack

Now some people say that all drugs is bad drugs

And in they eyes I'm a junkie cause I smoke bud

And so then God please forgive me for I have sinned

And forgive those who lived for the funk