Funk Mission

Lyrics for Funk Mission

Don't get high off your own supply Used to be my best homie, now I can't even trust ya Must'a got turned out by a busta Smokin' fine reefer wasn't enough, so You graduated, now you stuff your nose with that white ho Niggas beginning to think powdered lips make 'em hip Look at the other fiends, recognize where you slipped 'Cause I remember the times we was smokin' bud and drinkin' wine Now all of a sudden, out of nowhere, you sniffin' lines And I'm able to say through all my pains and all my pressures I kept my nose closed, workin' to keep my shit together And why in the fuck you need a sniffin' friend? To sniff shit with yo' ass, 'cause yo' ass got conned in Think again, 'cause even if I'm having problems Experimentin' with other drugs ain't gon' help me solve 'em I tried fry, and what in the fuck did it do for me? Not a damn thing, now that fry shit is history Somebody's walkin' around, don't even know they own name A couple of years later, you'll be doing the same thing I got love for the ones who had love from the jump But go and tell my brothers, fight the funk Look at ya, tryna be like Super Fly, you fucked up Now your world is a plastic bag of white dust Sucka, busta, don't come 'round me with that Real niggas use crack to make they pockets fat We don't need no more zombies walkin' dead amongst us And fake brothas who corrupt the mind of our youngsters Cocaine, one way or another, leaves the permanent scars A life of drug abuse, or worse, a life behind bars To some, it's not an easy choice, but it ain't hard for me Fuck that white bitch, 'cause I don't never wanna be Somewhere tryna make up some kinda lie to say Why this mothafuckin' nose bleed won't go away You got a fat piece of toilet paper stuck up in your nose pipe You can't smell shit, 'cause you been snortin' through the whole night I ain't tryna say that I'm better than the next man I understand anyone can do what they know they can But you can't if you constantly lookin' for a way out Stay out my path, I ain't tryna put the hand out I lay out truth in stone so you can get deeper into the shit I'm sayin' While my tape is playin', need to listen up Excuses, you keep usin', who you foolin'? Nobody but yourself, 'cause that cocaine rulin' Now who's in fuckin' charge of your decisions? As long as you continue to fuck around with funk mission Don't get high off your own supply Do you remember back in the day when niggas used to say Don't get high off your own supply and make that pay Paper, cheese, fetti, chips, grip, flo, stacks, loot, green, whatever you wanna call that shit Now, on the serious tip, for real, here's what I've been thinkin' Our world is fucked up, and it ain't just for one reason Babies come into this world hooked on drugs with AIDS Hypocrites use religion just to get paid But in my neighborhood, I seen somethin' hella drastic It was tragic, it left a victim in a casket Let me take ya back to sometime in the 70s When old heads used the snow like we smoke weed That shit was cool then, but now let's take another look Instead'a powder packs, now you need yo' shit cooked Them cool niggas that used to kick a fro' and wear them stacks He that nigga today starvin', tryna buy some crack Now some people say that all drugs is bad drugs And in they eyes, I'm a junkie 'cause I smoke bud And so then, God, please forgive me, for I have sinned And forgive those who lived for the funk