Down South Funk (feat. Erick Sermon & Keith Murray)

All the way to motherfuckin' Georgia Upto Tennessee To motherfuckin' Texas To North motherfuckin' Carolina Yeah, South fuckin' Carolina Yeah, deep down, gritty Alabama Funk for your funkin' ass, nigga Ha ha, barefoot walkin' motherfuckers Yo, guess who's 'bout to stomp tonight? Three seniors, rockin' the mic, catchin' misdemeanors So charge us with what whatever you feel Balls of steel, clappin' those with rap deals Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ Battle 'bout, airing your ass out So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest Chill or feel the effect of hiatus Shit shuts down when the squad's around It gets thinner, it's hexed like white man from town Three the hard way can't be touched My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from N.A.S.A. I'm what they call, a living legend, sha pow That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha pow There's two on the way down, blaow blaow Here's two more, blaow blaow nigga Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen) I got the down south funk when I clown out punk ass Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps I short your Blaupunkt's if you thump my tape Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks Get out your seat, E, spit out the beat The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets From baldies to fades, when I rock M.C.'s Wave more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin' barefooted Off my rhyme don't dare cook it You might fall in to intervene and New Jacks And they girl become pookie and that, prom queen That body bag won't fit you tonight You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight Take my tapes way down south and triple the price Step up on the scene like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah" Before you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up? And only way I stop til your click say when They had enough, 'cause I could bump to six A.M. Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen) My life is a rap, each song is a flashback Of antagonizing anxiety attacks The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we back With rhythmatic articulation, godforsaken Sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then The lyrical force that I put in a rhyme Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme No matter who, what, when, where, how, I'll lay you down With a sick illed out fictitious style Yo, we all represent the hood, the only difference Between us is that we make this shit look good Programmable annual slammable You light as a rock and I cram to understand you So for niggaz on a mission kissin' ass and dissin' We get even like an ambidextrous, man listen Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen) Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) (Man listen)