[Verse One]
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can`t feel that hardcore appeal
that you`re screamin, baby I`m dreamin
This ain`t Christopher Williams, still some
MC`s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggaz sayin, Biggie off the street, it`s a miracle
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat`ll kill you quicker
Especially when I`m drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby
Chorus (repeats 8X)
I live for the funk, I`ll die for the funk (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)
[Verse Two]
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless
approach, to know if I`m broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don`t mean I don`t tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet again
Huh, I`m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I`m real hard to find now
Cause I`m knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)
I`ll make you prove that it`s bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
The funk baby
Repeat chorus
[Verse Three]
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan` test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That`s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
[What`s Love, Got to Do]
when I`m rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don`t sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it`s sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It`s type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby
Repeat chorus
