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Intro
Hahah nigga, you in the zone now
You in the funk zone
Those that talk about their problems, in the Bay we call it funk
Verse 1
When it's on it's on
You can't call no shots
You can't sell no rocks
And trick you can't hit no spots
You havin' problems tryin' to get major pay
But you're spooked cuz your block keep gettin' sprayed
So tell me son what you finna do
You call up your crew and have'em meet you on the avenue
You be a fool if you wanna be
You better beat them niggas and have'em meet you on a backstreet
You tryin' to prove that you ain't no punk
You got [?] stick out yo ass from a Smith & Wesson ride funk
And you can tell who's got the real grind
Cuz some motherfuckers come to funk with they TEC-9's
Yeah them broke motherfuckers be scamin'
They want to go to war but can't score because they gats jammed
You know it cost to be a boss
And them second hand guns will get your head throw of fool
You know them real niggas don't play
And when they come to get that ass
Boy they come with that A&K
Fully auto getting mean
And a real soldier
He leaves his gat at murder scene
With no prints and no hints
Just a body and a weapon that did it for the evidence
That leave them police stunned
And another young brother from the O gets done
See that's the way it goes punk
And any nigga in his right mind don't want no funk
Believe that
That's how it go down, fool
Chorus
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Verse 2
And since niggas been muggin, it ain't no rubba dubb dubbin
And that includes you niggas into clubbin
You go ahead and be the man and try to show off
You fuck around and get yo head tow off
Fool, you know that niggas been droppin
But now you finna get roast to this club cause you heard it's poppin
Muthafuckas like you who gives a fuck about they physical
I guess you think you invincible
It ain't no livin in the middle and nigga, you ain't movin
You better wise up, homie
Choose your side, slide and jump on it
Look and get the grip on your life if you want it
Cause in the 90s young bucks stay comin up stuck
They playin this game cause they don't give a fuck
And droppin dead on the line [?]
And you can be a victim if you don't fit the image
Cause ain't nuthin worse than a youngsta
Filled with cum, with a 50 round drum
Clip on to a mini 14
With a little peer pressure he's a one man killin team
And the ghetto just pumps the fella
You can stop the music and it'll jump off the acapella
It ain't about you bein a punk
But any nigga in his right mind don't want no funk
Chorus
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Verse 3
Wake up for the final call, they playin foul ball
Oh no, they killin mamas, babies and all
And bullets spray from an AK
And left the pregnant woman down with a meat wagon in the way
Now that's skanless bullshit
But we gon keep it to the street cause it ain't fit for no pool pit
But you can pray for the foul pray
But now preachin ain't reachin everybody in this world today
'Specially down in them ruff spots, the tuff spots
Sowed off gauges and and buckshots
Where you can run but you can't hide
And swallow pride, might be that reason for a driveby
You wanna get yourself a nickname
So now you unload your clip on some niggas in a dice game
You hittin fences, headed to the spot
Bumpin your gums about these niggas that you just shot
Now they callin you a killa
And who's the next best thang to the thrilla in Manila?
And when you feel you can kick back
You found one of em lived and fool, he lookin for some get-back
Now there's problems, mista, huh
You got your baby on the way and two kid sisters
And you can feel the funk comin
A few days later you get that bad news about your woman (Flatline)
Now tell me who's the muthafuckin punk
Cause any nigga in his right mind don't want no funk
Interlude
Understand me?
Believe me, nigga
Believe dat
Chorus
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Check your neck, protect your chest
Man found dead in a bulletproof vest
(How's that?)
Cause niggas like that, they come up short
(How short?)
Shorter than short, shit is short
Outro
Mhm
Muthafuckas ain't understandin how this shit go, man
Yeah, ride the game till the wheels fall off, fool
Same shit nigga, different day
Uh-huh
Nigga the game the same
It's the niggas that changed
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