My name is Quik and I m smooth and I m makin yo ugly b**ch move
With the streets you can t lose but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka I got a 380 punk so duck her
And to you motherf**kers thinkin' you wanna fade me
I m runnin' the underground so fool you re crazy
And you better step fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch while I m f**kin' yo b**ch
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a** rolls
You grab my sh*t and I pull the trigger now you re missin' a nose
And umm I don t fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin' nothin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah straight Bronx Killa mark a** niggaz can t check me
But gotta respect me 'cause I m Way 2 Fonky
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky yeah
Now no sooner than I hit the f**kin' streets
People be approachin' me all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me sh*t like when your new album comin' out
is it different is it d**e Where yo perm What you talkin' 'bout
I know you don t expect that a ni**a gon quit
No ego's to hide in and no limos to ride in
Maybe a cutlass or two but still the same ol sh*t
And me unclever No never I ll have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last ounce
And I m creative too so I don t need mo bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def wish
You should try again fool you ain t hittin' near this
Them wack a** tracks make you sound like a monkey
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky yeah
Now when you records ain t that funky then it s easy to disrespect this
'Cause you know that when I hit I didn t miss
Just like that I m born and raised you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid Tim
Cause we ain t goin' out and we ain t stuck in that old school sh*t
That boring flavor that just don t hit
And if your record ain t sellin' well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight Bronx Killa straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo city s a dump and fool yo sh*t don t bump
And member the jack the rapper yeah your punk a** sat
That s when my homeboy d was bout to flatten yo cap
And you apologized to him started kissin' his a**
Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the money
So he gave you a pass but you ain t movin' sh*t on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack a** beats that ain t fonky
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop
Fonky yeah fonky fonky fonky fonky you know I can t stop