die you die if i decide/ then we ride If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine Oh we will ride yes we ride
chump, you don't want no static Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you
say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch Negro, funkin' it with the style in your ear, bro To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' without Robert DeNiro You big pussy
, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so When we move yes sometimes we lay low aiyyo Big
shows You can feel yo Kickin' in you do', like a steel toe for real do' Y'all gon' learn I spit germs When you come showin' on Big Worm You gets burned
might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a
to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme Big up, big
But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible Aye yaknahmsayin', it was just happen We have our day, you
s up?", "How ya' doin' today? "Just great, Shaggs", well that's great Now let's give a hand, to Mike E. Clark An' that Gangsta Funk Band We'll be right
leave to live the linguistic Full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and
my homies, I thought you knew? He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone," but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone Now will it
the strong one. Chorus: (4X) If you step in my hood bitch you will get blasted It's nothin but that h-town g-funk (Yeah this is for all them
No Limit Naughty The bomb lll Mystikal Ill Town Da big eazy, oh shit Dirty south, dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what you heard Your talk words don't serve while
I catch it Talkin' quick and then I vic just tryin' to keep from gettin' blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo ya, turned a snitch
Right about now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk soul brother Right about now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk soul
be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us We takin' the drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face My name will
' deffest, no squad can catch us We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures (Funk Doc) When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face My name will
should I say '94? For my style is much more I said, "Come in", come in Come on, come out into my reservoir As I macks a man, your bastard style has
