Funk Volume 2013 Lyrics

feat. SwizZz, Dizzy Wrigh
[Hook]
Finna throw the whole game out of focus
And beat it in the head 'cause the flow sick
Finna throw the whole game out of focus
And beat it in the head 'cause the flow sick
Let 'em know
We'll never fade away
We just keep on movin'
And we ain't afraid of bitch niggas talkin' slick
Act up and you can get it
So sit down and pay attention, nigga

[Verse 1]
I ain't in the building, I'm base-jumping off of it
It's Wrizzle, bitch, time to take my balls at your esophagus
I took a break and became the topic of all the gossipin'
Dummies takin' shots get mad 'cause I don't acknowledge 'em
Yeah, I started in '08 and still ain't fuckin' dropped an album
Circumstances have sent me back, and I'm buzzin' without one
Perceived as the hype man in the back, but I'm the founder of this shit
And now look where it's at…
I'll let you have it like I'm generous, nigga
Shit, my existence alone is such a benefit, nigga
Rewind the clock a couple years, I'm still ahead of you niggas
It's 2013, I'm makin' bets for you niggas
So sleep soundly - three Z's, hoe
I'm in the booth lettin' it spill - BP flow
Punch lines knock 'em out like Deebo
You niggas ain't ready to stop me from runnin' at Tim Tebow
Oh boy!

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[Verse 2]
Greatly awakened, I'm comin' straight out of Vegas
Besides from takin' over, we plannin' assassinations
The craft, I'll take it, I'm poetry in the Matrix
We know the industry fake and we slowly about to break it
See they embrace it 'cause Hop was just in his basement
He secretly hired killers that's killin' collaborations
2012 I took this shit back to the roots
Shit-bag, with your bitch-ass, you can get trapped in the booth
Hardest out, I'm hardly out, but talked about
Stoner out the group, my home smell like Bob Marley's house
I found it out and you can count me out
These rappers weak, y'all lyrics drier than cottonmouth
The problem child, you surprised that I'm next
Nigga said he's goin' global and I swear that I ain't lied to you yet
Neighbors callin' 'cause they tryna invest
It's 2013, and the first thing they ask is if we signin' the check
Nah…

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[Verse 3]Hopsin - Funk Volume 2013 - http://motolyrics.com/hopsin/funk-volume-2013-lyrics.html
Hello, y'all - it's the bully - in a Trayvon Martin hoodie
And a bunch of gynecology dudes to operate on you pussies
Ain't no killer, but please don't push me
The day you fags belittle me
Is the day that Hopsin joins a group with Souja Boy and Lil' B
Overseas they call me a sick cunt
I'm hungry, and I just missed lunch so I could FV 2013 songs a day
And the world ends this month
I'm crazy as Big Pun on a fifth of rum
Stormin' the house pissed
'cause his wife hid all his sharp knives and his guns
I'll kill a nigga for Hop, Swizzle, Dizzy or Dame
A hopper, this ain't a label bitch, this a gang
Psyche - wait, did I say that?
All the fans'll be like "Hop, you a hypocrite"
"Why'd you sign Jarren? He's ignorant"
Ain't goin' nowhere, get used to me
FV gang ain't what it used to be
'Cause we makin' moves, about to hit the top
Shinin' just like jewelry
Yeah - fuck you haters who ain't with it and you labels that shitted
Homie, we did it independent, bitch

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[Verse 4]
This was somethin' that you couldn't prevent
I threw my fuckin' life away to get a foot in this bitch
I see some dedicated haters and they lookin' to dis
I know the fuckin' solution, an ass whooping is it
I got the industry all shook and it's stiff
Since I ain't loanin' my soul,
you know it's something that they wouldn't admit
I made a change and the devil said I shouldn't commit
But the lifestyle, the offers ain't as good as it gets
Man, I ain't just another rapper on the list, mackin' on the chicks
Doin' big collabs every track to own a hit
I'm the captain of the ship, plus I'm back up on my shit
Take a note of it and stick it to a magnet on your fridge
So your asses don't forget that my purpose is astronomic
I enlighten those who hurtin' and lackin' knowledge
The burden is bad to pocket, I'm certain I have to stop it
The fire is burnin' but I'm emergin' through ashes fallen
My image made all you folks doubt
But I made it through the vicious cold drought
Now all you niggas get to see my flow sprout
Sorry, Mama, but I got a role now
I made some cheese - now I can finally afford my own house
I seen niggas speakin' on shit that they don't know about
I excel in places they failed so they think I sold out
But this is what the fame does
We came up and made our name buzz
Now they mad 'cause they ain't us

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