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Verse One:
So you wanna be hardc*re
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardc*re 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 know... that if you fk with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that as* like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for 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 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 girls, big booty girls
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 in the pen
Until we motherfkin meet again
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fk 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 as* crackers AND THE BLUE SUITS,
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and girls suckin d*ck
The funk baby
Repeat chorus
Verse Three:
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked girls on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigg* wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfkin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fk a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfkers 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
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