[Black C of RBL Posse:]
Creep with me, crawl with me, the dog in me, got me like busstin caps on that ass cause it's tha hog in me.
Anotha nigga on anotha mission. I got the killin ambition, I'll call Cell when he's out fishin-
For a nigga, a new kid on the block, watch the ass drop and my niggas squat- UUH!
4 deep to The View for the funk, it was me Hitman, D-Folks and the Gage pumped! Get stumped,
Fuckin with da best from Da West, I'm like Messy Marv and out to make a mess. So,
Check yo self before you wreck ya self, I'm down for the funk and I'm bad for yo health, nigga,
You fuckin with dem fools from the H&R.D Block, and it won't stop.
All that step to da back n bust a cap and, and squattin off like a mac and, and catchin a nigga slippin, doin a drug deal and,
Shit-it ain't never gon be peace, long as niggas want a piece, so I break them off a proper piece.
Like this. I hit them with the death wish, I creep down on his block behind his back and make his ass kiss,
The 9 double "M" bullet, as I pull it, the nigga froze, as the trigga goes,
"BOOM! " for the mutha fuckin funk and I die by the funk, with da body in da mutha fuckin trunk! Nigga!
It's nothin but the Fonk,
It's nothin but the Fonk,
It's nothin but the Fonk that we want in our trunk.
[Hitman of RBL Posse:]
Engine engine number 9, got to stay on my grind, got to jack with da gat like a 50 watch me scat.
I'm the H.I.T. crazy in the brain, like the resurrected I grab his head and check it.
I biggity blow with the flo, come to my horror show? talons get emptied and shit when I pop my 60 clip?,
Straight out the desert, and niggas gon ask me why I lost it, it ain't nothin but a dental part to me, I steady floss it.
See I ease on, ease on, down the yellow brick road, pack a trey-8, and a Magnum 44.
Niggas walk through death row when they strollin through that Frisco, I gets to stumblin over barb wire just to collect my cash flow.
I bust mo combinations than skittles, bust mo rhymes than riddles, you suckas fuck with me, I gots to play with money in the middle.
I gets to gankin it, gafflin it, shankin it, stabbin it, gutter blow, uppercut, bankin it, jabbin it.
Hit the cuts straight swoopin, see my shadow when I'm shootin, in the dark is when I spark, then I reach for the loot.
? Make these suckas scat with da sis boom pow? In the SFC County's where these niggas get found.
Well it's that nigga Cell down for the funk when the funk be on. Gotta live by the chrome and die by the chrome like my niggas who gone.
25 witha "L", one 6ft deep, lyin in a coffin, cause if you go out nigga, then go out like a true dolphin.
Straight soldiers down to die for the turf, doin dirt on yo set, the skiggity-skirt,
Sideways down the block while my niggas buckin, strikin down yo street, watchin everybody breakin and duckin, comin out The Village, with ain't nothin but some lunatics, hit the south side of The Point and hooked up with The Harbor Click.
3 niggas down to die for this shit, stopped fuckin with everybody and started up our own click.
Now you niggas on "para" scared of
The way? we puts it down for the town? and the whole Bay Area.
And in that shit that's bumpin for yo trunk, cause niggas where I come from stay down for the funk!