Lyrics:
in a funk without you
Why you gotta be so far away
I'm running out luck without you
Racking up a tab that I can't pay
I hold onto my love without you
have me by
Have me by my neck
It's getting hard to breathe
And the pressures thick
You're trying too hard on me
You really should
Give it up, give it up
know something big is coming and its drumming up pain and fear
Even though people are asleep, well we still gotta remain in gear
We can't just sit by
We
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit,
Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker
Give me the mic and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester
Microphone checka, one, two checka, oh yes sir
I tiggedy take
murderous message needs an affirmative edit
While I’m determined with efforts to give Christ superlative credit
Demons know I throw dirt on their methods when
to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just
S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yo, yeoooow!
Yeah huh
Wake up!
Are we awake, are we wake, are we wake
Take it low, low
Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker
Give me the mic and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester
Microphone checka, one, two checka, oh yes sir
I tiggedy take
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
slick nigga
not a new jack nigga
or buster bumping bullshit
my rhymes will smack and oil you in the forehead
at the pulpit
just give up the funk
accepting my fate
Confronting the demons, that feed off my pains
I give up this bliss now to cast off this weight
I can't fulfil someone else's dream
I
yeah)
Walk in the spot, I'm drippy (oh, that's drippy, yeah)
I'm in your city (city, ha)
Shawty pull up, give me lippy (yeah, yeah)
Bro got the blicky
I'd like tointroduce myself
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out
Cream",
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya
Cream",
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya
"Fuck the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by
end
Yeah, see me, time to destroy this culture of PC
Go on a spree, I'm free, gives me nutting but glee
When they see me, they flee, take a knee
You
I'm mastermindin the plot, you ? the spot
Wicked intentions, sensin friction, when the funk gon' pop
I tote my heat, and hold my ground
They
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
broken glass
I'm swinging
LYRICS
Is too early to give up on God
No matter what
God is God
Sometimes
Life is not fair
God is saying
CHORUS
Never give up (2x)
Never give up now
to make a living
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
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