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