Kutt Calhoun
You Don’t Wanna Funk
[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Just got word one of the closest homies was murked
Right before Christmas with a dome shot and left with the purse
Then bleed him dry, [?] left him dead in the dirt
So when it hits this close to home it's time to run up the [?]
They keep their ears wide open 'cause bitch n***as like to brag
Tryna impress these hoes is what's gonna get a n***a bagged
50 guns on the north, and 50 guns on the east
Put a distress signal up, and now it's funkin' in the streets
Tip a n***a's resume, we find out where his mama and his sister lay
[?] up in case before the pistol play?
Send out the word that his family might not make it through tomorrow
If he don't come up out of hiding by the morning
Smart man, the n***a showed his face by
Six o'clock AM and tryna clame that it was self defence
Ate him apart, and left his body on the block drenched
Send a message to his clique sayin'

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
[Verse 2: E-40]
Man, I cut a n***a down with these FN 57s
I'm a buffalo, I never tuck my tail
If it's on, then it's on and I'm coming for your dome
Medulla oblongata, fly your head like soccer
Fuck night vision, fuck helicopter
Fuck your life, bitch, your daddy, and your mama
Now that's some cold shit, disrespectful, right?
Should've thought about it before you took my partner's life
I used to play checkers, but now I play chess
Aim at your vital organs, your heart and your neck
Bitches love me, they like the way I walk
They know that I'm the server, they know I'm not a knot
Revenue retrievin', piranha fish teething
Heart of a [?], assault weapon, not got eaten
The choir sing, and the missionary shout
N***a, don't get your chest ate out
Bitch!

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
[Verse 3: BG Bullet Wound]
You wanna funk, n***a?
Then bring the funk, n***a
You really wanna do it, my chopper [?] is live right through him
I'm from the block where them [?] n***as get crunked on
Drunk on, watching you faggot n***as get dunked on
I'm bringin' the funk like Hedaya, Jackson and Roundtree
Tell them lil suckers, you runnin [?] from round me
Boy I'm from the Deuce, and them Deuce n***as get right back
If he up that drum, and his baby mama knew, nice lap
Automatics, boy, I'm for the static, boy
We do it anyway you want to, it don't matter, boy
You best not ask about my resume, I got it, boy
It ain't gon' hesitate to tell you that I'm 'bout it, boy
I shoots loose when I swoop roofs with a group of them guys
Better bring that funk when you see they face, see the fear in they eyes
You better stop that, tell them drop back
'Cause when it comes to that funk, n***a, I got that

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam
You don't wanna funk at all, you know
Bitch n***as, we [?] make your block bleed
I snatch your house, and we will not leave
Killas at your home [?], you know
The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen
[?] freshly quick steam