K-Def - Illy Filly Funk lyrics

Illy filly funk [Scratch Hook] {x4} "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" [Verse One] Peep the sk**s 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 sh** like Emmitt Got you shot like a clinic with the wack epidemic [Scratch Hook] [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 a**asin 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 ma**acring party's like Denzel in Glory [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] 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 Pa** 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 [Scratch Hook]