Funk or Die lyrics

Ok Ok, it's the mother f*cking kid, going in on this one, f*ck it, tiered of all you b*tch ass n*ggas 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*gga, you know me n*gga Sem City, funk or die n*gga, Free Mone, Free Mane, Free Dame, Free Wayne, Free Derwin n*gga, ok ok look

[1st Verse]
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*gga like stick'em up
Since Dre left n*gga I don't give a f*ck
They tell me calm down stick to this rap sh*t
But f*ck these b*tch ass n*ggas and this rap sh*t
See I'm a real n*gga 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 ass n*ggas know it's on sight
See It's the kid and I don't give a f*ck about a n*gga
I'll grab the AR and shoot the sh*t up outta n*gga (Philthy)

[Chorus]
Funk or Die, yea ok ok philthy f*ck you rap n*ggas, trap n*ggas, whatever you wanna call yourself, Philthy, Dolla what up n*gga, check my resume, hey, Philthy

[2nd Verse]
This rap sh*t crazy, a lot of n*ggas hate me
But I don't give a f*ck, cause' now you n*ggas pay me
I got my own cash
I get my own ass
I got my own whips
Get off my di*k
I stick to the G code, you other n*ggas ho's
This real street sh*t, and you other n*ggas know
f*ck you other n*ggas talk behind a n*gga back
I hit his ass with that Mack and blow up out his back
All you n*ggas get on T.V. and holla Town business
Where the f*ck you at cause' I don't never see you n*ggas
I'm in the trap all day posting with the K
My young n*ggas 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*ggas funny
Funk or Die b*tch, and all my n*ggas gunning (Philthy)
[Chorus]
Were I'm from n*gga we (Funk Or Die) Funk Or Die n*gga, Trell what up n*gga, Fiend what up, tell these n*ggas to get off a rich n*gga di*k, Free Tae Tae, free Bot, Philthy

[3rd Verse]
The hottest n*gga in East Oakland by far
And I ain't never gave a f*ck what you n*ggas thought
You f*cking rap n*ggas, don't make me clap n*ggas
You know I like to talk sh*t up on these trash n*ggas
But I keep it real, and that's a different rich
Get your money up, I'm all about the dividends
It's young Philthy Rich, Funk or Die tatted
A n*gga 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*ggas 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*gga in the hood just caught his first body
Ey get off a rich n*gga di*k. Why?
Cause' that's b*tch n*gga sh*t (Philthy)