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Sons Of Funk The Game Of Funk

he lived for the homies then why the nigga die lonely now this ghetto got me crazy and I'm strapped at the funeral with his wife and a baby. [Sons of Funk

', let be no stoppin' Once again I got the roughneckin' beats, funk sound Peace to my peeps, be strong, lock down Big up to everybody gettin' tons, gettin' funds Makin' runs, lookin' out for their sons

was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro? your metro Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin' Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen Terrorize

[big ed] Yo, funky sons, help me out Chorus [sons of funk] I'm yo soldier (every soldier needs some thug love) You'll never find another (every soldier

was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro? your metro Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin' Shit I?m drivin' in, come with funk halogen Terrorize

risky life wit a fast pace but where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) [Sons of Funk

too cold The funk might fracture your nose Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down And played my game, my

t want us now we're fucking you up I'm with the clique now It's T-dot running amok, hit you with sick styles Coming for your daughters and sons with a

was hittin your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen Terrorize