Testi:
Five Fingers Of Funk

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

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

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

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

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

sniffin money I throw my hands up and say, "It's good" like Gene Tunny C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow E-Swift the funk bro, beats to

on the cotties like WHOA! Rah first featured on The Score like WHOA! Whores tried to run up on my draws like WHOA! C'mon, Digga got smoke and I freaked the funk

as he sittin' on them gold thangs Grippin' on his Mac looped up by a shoe string Around the piece, while I let him live a little longer Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger

time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there? [Dove] Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin