8ball - Funk Mission lyrics

[Hook] Don't get high off your own supply [Verse 1: MJG] Used to be my best homie now I can't even trust ya Must'a got turned out by a busta Smokin fine reefer wasn't enough so You graduated now you stuff your nose with that white ho n***as beginning to think powdered lips make em hip Look at the other fiends, recognize where you slipped Cause I remember the times we was smokin bud and drinkin wine Now all of a sudden, out of nowhere you sniffin lines And I'm able to say through all my pains and all my pressures I kept my nose closed workin to keep my sh** together And why in the f** you need a sniffin friend? To sniff sh** with yo a**, cause yo a** got conned in Think again cause even if I'm having problems Experimenting with other d** ain't gon help me solve em I tried fry and what in the f** did it do for me? Not a damn thing now that fry sh** is history Somebody's walkin around don't even know they own name A couple of years later you'll be doing the same thing I got love for the ones who had love from the jump But go and tell my brothers fight the funk [Verse 2: 8Ball] Look at ya, trying to be like super fly, you f**ed up Now your world is a plastic bag of white dust s**a, busta, don't come round me with that Real n***as use crack to make they pockets fat We don't need no more zombies walkin dead amongst us And fake brothas who corrupt the mind of our youngsters Cocaine one way or another leaves the permanent scars A life of drug abuse or worse, a life behind bars To some it's not a easy choice but it ain't hard for me f** that white b**h cause I don't never wanna be Somewhere trying to make up some kinda lie to say Why this mothaf**in nose bleed won't go away [Verse 3: MJG] You got a fat piece of toilet paper stuck up in your nose pipe You can't smell sh** cause you been snorting through the whole night I ain't tryin to say that I'm better than the next man I understand anyone can do what they know they can But you can't if you constantly looking for a way out Stay out my path I ain't tryin to put the hand out I lay out truth in stone so you can get deeper into the sh** I'm sayin While my tape is playin, need to listen up Excuses, you keep using, who you foolin? Nobody but yourself cause that c**aine rulin Now who's in f**in charge of your decisions? As long as you continue to f** around with funk mission [Hook] [Verse 4: 8Ball] Do you remember back in the day when n***as used to say Don't get high off your own supply and make that pay Paper, cheese, fetti, chips, grip, flo, stacks, loot, green, whatever you want to call that sh** Now on the serious tip for real here's what I've been thinkin Our world is f**ed up and it ain't just for one reason Baby's come into this world hooked on d** with aids Hypocrites use religion just to get paid But in my neighborhood I seen somethin hella drastic It was tragic, it left a victim in a casket Let me take ya back to sometime in the 70s When old heads used the snow like we smoke weed That sh** was cool then but now let's take another look Instead'a powder packs now you need yo sh** cooked Them cool n***as that used to kick a fro' and wear them stacks He that n***a today starving tryin to buy some crack Now some people say that all d** is bad d** And in they eyes I'm a junkie cause I smoke bud And so then God please forgive me for I have sinned And forgive those who lived for the funk