Philthy Rich – Funk Or Die

Philthy Rich – Funk Or Die Lyrics

Artist: Philthy Rich
Song: Funk Or Die

Ok Ok, it’s the mother f#cking kid, going in on this one, f#ck it, tiered of all you b#tch #ss n#gg#s man, street sh#t rap sh#t whatever you wanna call it, Philthy, I hold it down for this East Oakland street sh#t n#gg#, you know me n#gg# Sem City, funk or die n#gg#, Free Mone, Free Mane, Free Dame, Free Wayne, Free Derwin n#gg#, ok ok look
If it’s a problem the kid gon solve it
Hit him with the revolver so the can’t solve it
I’m so mob I be waiting on you to rob me

Keep my ice on so you know how to spot me
I bounce out on a n#gg# like stick’em up
Since Dre left n#gg# I don’t give a f#ck
They tell me calm down stick to this rap sh#t

But f#ck these b#tch #ss n#gg#s and this rap sh#t
See I’m a real n#gg# straight from Sem City boy
Ever feel disrespected, go and get the Semi boy
And I can’t stop, I move like a Mob boss

10 minutes later now his whole block taped off
And I ain’t squashing sh#t, I’m tripping for life
So all you b#tch #ss n#gg#s know it’s on sight
See It’s the kid and I don’t give a f#ck about a n#gg#

I’ll grab the AR and shoot the sh#t up outta n#gg# (Philthy)
Funk or Die, yea ok ok philthy f#ck you rap n#gg#s, trap n#gg#s, whatever you wanna call yourself, Philthy, Dolla what up n#gg#, check my resume, hey, Philthy
This rap sh#t crazy, a lot of n#gg#s hate me
But I don’t give a f#ck, cause’ now you n#gg#s pay me

I got my own cash
I get my own #ss
I got my own whips
Get off my dick

I stick to the G code, you other n#gg#s ho’s
This real street sh#t, and you other n#gg#s know
f#ck you other n#gg#s talk behind a n#gg# back
I hit his #ss with that Mack and blow up out his back

All you n#gg#s get on T.V. and holla Town business
Where the f#ck you at cause’ I don’t never see you n#gg#s
I’m in the trap all day posting with the K
My young n#gg#s on the block, posting with the yay

5 year felony with a stay away
But I don’t listen to sh#t, I don’t stay away
I gotta get the money, all you n#gg#s funny
Funk or Die b#tch, and all my n#gg#s gunning (Philthy)

Were I’m from n#gg# we (Funk Or Die) Funk Or Die n#gg#, Trell what up n#gg#, Fiend what up, tell these n#gg#s to get off a rich n#gg# dick, Free Tae Tae, free Bot, Philthy
The hottest n#gg# in East Oakland by far
And I ain’t never gave a f#ck what you n#gg#s thought
You f#cking rap n#gg#s, don’t make me clap n#gg#s

You know I like to talk sh#t up on these trash n#gg#s
But I keep it real, and that’s a different rich
Get your money up, I’m all about the dividends
A n#gg# play leave him sick like a diabetic

I’m from the Sem -I-n-a-r-y
You f#ck with one of my n#gg#s then you know we all ride
Top to the block, Sem City’s finest
If you looking for me boy I’m on Seminary grinding

I’m good in the hood, 24’s on a body
Young n#gg# in the hood just caught his first body
Ey get off a rich n#gg# dick. Why?
Cause’ that’s b#tch n#gg# sh#t (Philthy)
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From the album:
Funk or Die [Explicit]
Release Year: 2009