The Funky Headhunter

Yo ham, whassup, man? Whassup, be-Down? Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas Out there talking junk about you, man? Oh, you talkin' 'bout them rap fools? Oh, you know how they do it, man They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back But you know, Traitors got to go I can't even fade 'em Yeah, so what you gon' do, man? I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said It's the one you can't touch, pump it up, turn it up A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold I was born in a hole, now I'm in control (Yo, yo) Bank boy deep is the way we roll (We roll) I'm mackin' for the punks Talkin' the junk on the tracks The hammer don't hurt 'em days are over These are the days of the payback, payback I'm up on the hill lookin' down Biggidy phat rap track number one pound for pound, punks Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer The funky headhunter Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Ya tried to play me soft, now ya set it off If ya got something on ya chest, let it off 'Cause we can get it on, don't let the dance steps fool ya 'Cause if I catch ya slippin', I'ma have to do ya, do ya One to the chin, another to the jaw I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it The trick's last album didn't even go plastic Some claiming towns that they ain't even from Some claiming they hard, but never shot a gun, Bustas Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer The funky headhunter Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back of they head For those lies that I know that they said Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back And watch those suckas play dead Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front 'Cause east oak town didn't raise no punk So sit up, get up, girls they get lit up Check it, Hammer came with the unexpected, I wrecked it Quik, I gets mad wicked, I didn't check the rhyme 'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son Talk is cheap, it's time time for some action Gonna make you eat every word that you said And a trick like you would end up dead, Red But another talk about the moms and the pops And when the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block And watch ya body drop the ya album straight flopped, Fool, Fool Trick runner, beware of hammer The funky headhunter