Craig Mack - Funk Wit Da Style lyrics

[Craig Mack] Aww sh**, here come the man again You know if you can't with the style that's goin on right now Then you need to be sittin down If MC's can't get with the style that's goin on Then you need to sit down Do your thing Mack, do it to 'em n***a! Ahh wha**up? What you don't know, what you don't know, kick 'em in the grill "But anyway, I'd like to take this.. anyway, I'd Anyway, I'd like to this time out to bother you" Oh no no no no No I don't think you can get liver than me G So sit back, relax, Mack's about to attack And turn your flav into Similac cause it's like that I kick funk out the frame, make it insane With all local stops set to crumble like a (?) train My thickest format, my format's thicker all that No comp for combat with bwoy like Supercat Show you where my head's at I crack you with a bat Where the funk? Hear the trunk a bit and fat knit(?) Rearrange the skit make it fit so you can't sit Now ain't that some shh.. I rip it I snap a jaw, I stabba jab a dinosaur Live from Creedmore under the floor It's like the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and (?) Check the (?) MC and his project All you brothers need to know doe There's no more best MC cause that is now me See, G, I am king MC Once said from me can't another brother disagree Got the funk bleedin all out your trunk And there's all there is to it (that's all there is) [Chorus: x4] If you can't funk with the style that's goin on Then you need to be sittin down [Craig Mack] You must got no brains in ya head I k** ya dead on the spot with the hits I got Trust my flavor G, I make ya wanna pee-pee I got what you can't see, somethin like a leprosy I slow it dowwwwn, somethin like.. this When it's time for me to stun 'em MC's I warned them.. I'll put 'em on the moon without funk to listen to Then again, my vibration May give the sensation they're on vacation Y'all brothers need a (?) Real rugged alligator MC hater from the fader You little tic-tac, tryin to act like a lumberjack Sit back and watch how the earth crack You funk around, you lay around, that's how it goes And I suppose MC's still wanna try me King of the mountain is a hard rock Do you understand, smile and I'll take you out like the mob Check it black, after the Mack there's no recoup Not even soup, get out shake the hula hoop Comin out the ground.. Gettin down.. [Chorus] [Craig Mack] Sometimes alone I be writin Must be frightenin, to hear I'm on the air But I don't care, (?) 'til I'll see you sick(?) Son, grandson, no tellin when I'm done (no tellin baby) I'm about do you and you on some new Who has a date and thank you for waitin There my bad, I thought you took a beatin in the brain Then you learned from rap that rap's a mistake You won't get a break Big as a cake for me to make, and you bake So, banzaii, here comes the flyest guy That you ever heard in your lifetime (yup yup yup) I do a behind.. And rewind, I wanna kick some more sh** Down your faucet, I pours it Mighta lost it, but then I retrieve it Believe it, I got this fat okey-dokey style for a while Peace from the king Peace from the king G, here it go One time for your motherfunkin mind [Chorus] Sittin down, bwoy "Anyway I'd like to take this time out.." "No more music by the s**ers"