Why You Wanna Funk

Dere's no time for dem future

Come short wit me 9 milimeter

Body beater, doesn't pick up

Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh

Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't

Think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate

Just a down ass nigga that you think you know

But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow

So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere

S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare

I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past

And I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass

Ain't no more pilin up your faeces

Cos niggas be actin like bitches

Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart

I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart

Like me, bring it back e'rybody die

Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July

Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf

Even though I'd rather do the shit by myself

Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance

Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah

Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants

When you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no

Things are kinda cruel on the streets

Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me

But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me

Why is that? I had no son enemies

I got rid of every last motherfucker

For the simple fact I can't trust a

Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit

You come my way so ya have to die bitch

I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead

Beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin

Wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel

Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this

Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver

Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva

Neither you or crew that you pumpin

Wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin

Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9

Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine

Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty

Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me

Swing my way you get your dome sprayed

fucked around and became my best friend

Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"

Like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!"

Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named "Xena spokes and

Vogues"Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes

Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose

Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well

Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el

Late night, greedy gut, major clientel

Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will

Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I

Love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by

Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker

With my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth

When I fill your ass to the rim like brim

I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them

How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker

I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker

Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants

When you know that you ain't gon' shoot