Why You Wanna Funk?

[Intro: some dred woman]

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

[repeat]

[Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]

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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T]

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'!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

when you know that you ain't gon' shoot

[repeat]