Fonk Ain't Dead - Lil B

Like I said, we riding around the Bay right now

I was telling y’all before, it’s a lot of love out here

But it’s a lot of fonk going on, you feel me?

It’s a lot of problems, a lot of people got a lot of problems

And they solving them

Man the flows that I spit leave niggas ecstatic

I guess that’s why I spit dope, niggas kick the habit

And the pump make a niggas jump farther than rabbits

And I got slapped for the trunk man harder to manage

And you see my pockets fill with something greener than cabbage

I get cheaffured around man I sleep in the carriage

The shots that I flow leave your body like Mary

Never leave my gun man you think I was married

And I’m a cold nigga, man, picture me Harry

And… cause sorcerer’s stone like Harry

I’m a Pot-head, niggas ask me twice, man, I never been scary

Before I take yo life man I call you like a Jerry

Niggas calling out your life man, I’m feelin' your family

Bitch niggas wonder how you can’t stand me

I guess I’m Manny, like a tool I’m all fine and dandy

See your daughter screaming «Mom, I miss my Daddy!»

You fucking bitch

Man, that fonk ain’t dead

Bitch niggas ain’t scared

I ain’t never been mad, bitch, that fonk ain’t dead

Putting pressure on a bitch, show him what it is

Putting pressure on a bitch, show him what it is

Thugged out like them boys down in PC

Home made hand guns, believe me

Eating fonk like, it ain’t right

BasedWorld, keep it positive some might

Try to put you in the grave cause they jealous

But I will hold a MAC like a ho who is selling

Niggas try to ho me cause I’m not Too $hort

But the game in my court

Uh, bitch why you step this before

Man, quit acting bitch you will never, before and

BasedWorld, we will never steer you wrong

Uh, and motherfucking drawn

Can’t respect niggas, you a motherfucking dope dealer

Flexing on this shit, you a motherfucking ho nigga

I don’t respect no bitch niggas

I don’t respect that nigga, or this nigga

It’s Lil Boss

Man, that fonk ain’t dead

Bitch niggas ain’t scared

I ain’t never been mad, bitch, that fonk ain’t dead

Putting pressure on a bitch, show him what it is

Putting pressure on a bitch, show him what it is