Why You Wanna Funk (Spice 1)

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 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 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 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'!" 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 Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants When you know that you ain't gon' shoot