Funkin Over Nuthin

*(Radio personality talking)* Really hasn't been brought up too clearly The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed *(Too $hort talking)* Yeah we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't About this *(Yukmouth talking)* The media hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough Praise when everything is going good *(Too $hort talking)* We should juss do a cut, don't even mention no beef or nothing, juss Drop it on 'em *(Numskull talking)* You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But it's all Unified you see it's all Jesus *(Too $hort)* BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! *(Too $hort talking)* Man what's it all about? Ain't about shit. Nigga call me up talking About, man it's on. Your niggas fucking wit my niggas an it's on. Nigga What we fronting for? If it ain't about this money, ain't about this Life an death nigga, shit, what's really going on? Verse 1 *(Too $hort)* Jumped all in a niggas face front him on tha spot Don't cross the game, unless ya wanna get shot But who made the rules do you recall? Who's the judge when it comes to this street law? Is it me? You? Or is it my crew? My niggas get down, yo niggas do too Mutha fuckaz try to tell me don't fuck my life Cuz ain't nuthin nice Ya gotta pay the price Ya know them dudes Walkin in them same shoes It's brand new to you But the game is used I got it from them old niggas They so cool Now we juss roll through All the hoes know who Ball in yo town Don't front, it's too little Cuz fake ass niggas get punked fo your riddles So what's it all about Think about it later To all you real gangstaz An all you perpitrators Chorus *(Harm)* x2 You've Got me funkin,(funkin) Over nuthin man,(funkin man) Why ya wanna funk wit me?? (Speak on it boy!) Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Uh Sometimes you step in some shit you can't get out of Niggas who talk hella shit Is who I'm quick to sock the shit out of Sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door Got em froze like pocino Ya spendin all yo doe On the average ass Stanky ass Run a gank ass, fuck everybody fast Juss an Oakland ass ho Now I know why niggas wanna knock you out like glass Joe All that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo You must got problems wit niggas makin they cash flow You baffled You mutha fuckin youngstaz So go wit your old ass flow I gots ta have jaw-jacked ho Cuz some of niggas wonder Why us playaz do this I'm under Caught up in some shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit The truth is You know my funk is through Fuckin ride fo a nigga If that nigga ain't gonna do shit Ya wanna be ass pimp Gettin yo ass whipped is like an every year event BITCH!! Dig it Chorus *(x2)* Verse 3 *(Numskull)* I'm too mutha fuckin much fo myself So funkin wit niggas close to home is sumpthin else If you ain't gonna blow a nigga head off Then that's the end of it Concentrate on makin mill an start spendin Now this is where my do it for myself begins Cuz in '97 I ain't makin no new mutha fuckin friends Now I got no enemies I hold no grudges From now on I'm overseein my own budget (fo real!!) We all did our dirt nigga But now that's all forgivin Chris you my nigga til the ending An I started wit Dru I started wit Smoke-A-Lot Hangin wit me, so I gives a fuck Nummy-Num gonna go ahead an drink his self to death Nigga you wanna chop it up wit me Go through death yoself I ain't tryin to hear nuthin Stead of throwin away skrillion Nigga I'd rather be fuckin Uh Chorus *(x2)* Verse 4 *(Too $hort)* I signed my name on the dotted line Niggas know I did it first An when you first You know you get it worse I suck the game up I try to pass it on Niggas from the Bay Gettin they cash on From Frisco To Vallejo To the Big "O" Fuck that yeh-yo Hundred thousand units Make a nigga half a million dollaz If you sittin on a grip I have to holla at yo later You can get rich in a minute Two words Distribution Independent Make an accapella you can hear every word I spit this game you never ever heard You know how you be quick to pop niggas These record companies be quick to rob niggas I say "$hort Dogg" An now they pay me Don't pay these youngstaz An watch 'em get crazy Chorus *(til end)* *(Too $hort talking during chorus)* Fuck around an run up in yo shit. Yeah. That's the new thing goin baby We runnin up in record companies writin our own mutha fuckin checks Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's really goin On? Watch out. Niggas in the town, bout to unite, we goin nationwide Oakland style, BITCH! Oh you really thought that wasn't gonna happen? Shit. Come on now