Текст песни Sinista Funk - Al Kapone

Breaker breaker 1-9, check the sign of the time
When I die, look at my dead body, here's what you'll find
Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones
In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone
Back from the dust, ash to ashes as I bust sumthin'
Wicked my man made wills in but I can still pick it for my niggas
Dats down with a 1-8-7 murder rap
Quick to peel your cap back, leave your brains in your lap
Aw fuck, I think I'm goin' outta my mind, bitch
My 0.9 in the river ain't no tellin' what you'll find
Niggas fall and pray
Give death to a new era
Lookin for that funk
But in this yo, we spreadin' terror
So fire up that motherfuckin' ink
And watch a nigga cause havoc like it's Friday the 13th
Got the Jason mask when I blast
Hope you last if you smell fumes in your trunk
When ya bump straight sinista funk

You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas
You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas

I'm a sinista flowin' to the motherfuckin' river bed
You're punk ass done fucked up from this lyrical guillotine
And this degree they wanna label me number one
I just subtract that 1 from 10 and then I put my Tec in front
Take courts, an unfortunate 1-9-9
Floatin' blinded bodies fuckin' dyin'
So my mind's in the gutter
So let me cock the hammer back
But not for a car jack
You played yo mothefuckin self playa
Now you layin flat on yo back
Lookin up at the nigga first
Diggity-d-e-g-r-double-e get money
And then we run from the victim of a sinista to the mind of a maniac
My soul is cold as Mingolo that I drank to bring me back
Swing with that, but not on the nuts of a
True young nigga that's rippin' up shit in Tennessee
I thought you knew I'm from the projects
Where nigga pack pumps in they trunk
You done felt all the rest
Now feel the sinista funk

You step to this style we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas
You step to this style we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas

I put hydraulics on the rhyme and let it sit low
Dealin' with the funk and gotten kickin' in yo front door
First degree, nothin' worse than me, I'm cursed to be a lunatic
Drive-by with the four now a mothafuckas hit
The sinista nigga that's in it to win it, motherfucka
From the get-in, yeah, I paid my dues to be a hustler
Must I slang work just to keep my pockets swole
From the south is the G with tight game and much south love

Look deep in my eyes, hypnotised by the killin' spree
This shit will leave you whole family in misery
Enter your body like a disease listening to your last breath
Choppin up your guts, everyday lookin' at faces of death
The shiz-nit you bitches just can't fuck with
So enter the bloody gangster hell, Kapone's cartel servin' em well
In hell a fat dose, or better yet listen close
To the bunk bodies in your trunk, straight sinista funk

You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas
You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas
You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas
You step to this style, we'll diminish ya
Cause there's nothin' but the funk
Comin' from these sinistas