Illy Filly Funk - Da Youngsta's

«Who is it?»

«It's the mother number number one the funky youngsta» — Naughty By nature

Who is it?

«The crew with the»

«Illy filly funk»

Peep the skills the technique

Yes G I know when I wreck beats

I’m the one you let speak, I’m letting off heat so don’t sleep

I’m coming with the illy filly funk

Like billy the kid I’m bucking down punks

I get wicked when it’s time to get the job done son

So run before I come like a young gun

Representing Illy town I’ve been around

I gets down yo I’ve been raised by the underground

So make way it’s the mother funky Youngstas

Rough and rugged were the Illy Filly Funkstas

Hit em hard, boom boom, hit em hard

I hit you so hard that I knock you of your guard

No holds barred I’m coming to get you like a bounty hunter

Your numbers up when I take off like a road runner

It ain’t no gimmick when I’m running shit like Emmitt

Got you shot like a clinic with the wack epidemic

[Verse Two[

Once again i’m back on this track

And get a smack with my rap, is it milk no it’s Similac

So I’ma say glory, hallelujah

Cause you can get smoked like buddha

Do you, step up front?

You get slumped chump

I leave lumps and bumps on hands when I bring the funk

Never slipping or slacking, ripping and attacking

Just like an assasin I’m blasting

Much props to the girls in the Philly world

The illy girl around the way

The girl’s really thorough

So when it comes to the funk I got to bring it

I won’t sing it, so get down with the team kid

Mad props call the cops when I rock

Cause I can knock out punks like a pinch from Mr. Spock ock

You better wake up early you bore me

I’m massacring party’s like Denzel in Glory

Peep the style, I wreck a while

I gets buck wild, moving the crowd, no mistakes allowed

Check the file, if you want to know the bio

Or just tune into your FM dial

Q-ball, Rick Geez and Taj Mahal

Never stall getting raw with silly Philly y’all

Cause in the south to the north to the west

Keeping it phat just like Dolly Parton’s chest

Pass the test so

Try oh try, yo S.L.A.Y.S

It’s what the rhyme does so you better jet

I got mad rhymes that make Mother Goose upset

Make them sweat like malaria I’ma bury ya

Clear the area, before I crash through your barrier

Rhymes is, these jobs getting nasty, you blast me

You can never past or smash me

Styles like concrete I’m smelling defeat

When I speak, I got to terminate your crew because your squad’s weak

So now I’m coming to your court to slam dunk

Cause you can’t stop when I drop the filly funk