Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find Spent the whole day hiking through the
let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar [repeated endlessly] So get me on the mic I'll be the ill-funk fella Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk
on the way just like the days of cloudy weather In the autumn fill the bottom with funky bass-string plucks And Talbott will keep it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks The Five Fingers of Funk
can't knock it Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes The Fingers kept it live the energy
Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you Only thirteen another dream seems
Speak upon an issue strain your brain tissue But you don't raise your voice 'cause you're afraid someone will diss you Words are needing saying so you
Tell me what you're worth 'cause in a burst of flames Blood stains could frame your body leaving your name in vain Now tell me what you did you live
Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack Pump the real rap false crap to the back I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school Gave you what
Look at where you at look look at where you're going Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
fourth deadly venom (Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that! I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.) Verse Five: 2Pac Five deadly venomz verse five be the
butterfly! [Verse 1:] One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody
Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock You wish you could hang, like I hang Dwells in the C-P-T, the hood thing G, the trigga finger, I'ma get you Hit you, the
Chorus] Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now (Baby bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will
fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11." [Violent J] Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
Willaby Rags Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man! Ahahaha! Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast
you drown [Chorus] [Al] Yo bust the remix that we fixed [Ill] You know it's mad lethal [Al] Creep in the jeep [Ill] Pump funk for the people [Al] Evil
wet to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives
