Verse One:

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the backtalkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can t feel that hardcore appeal
that you re screaminbaby I m dreamin
This ain t Christopher Williamsstill some
MC s got to feel onecaps 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 methe lyrical
Niggaz sayin"Biggie off the streetit s a miracle"
Left the drugs alonetook the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bonesbut the gat ll kill you quicker
Especially when I m drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxespackin glocks is
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby

Chorus (repeats 8X)

"I live for the funkI ll die for the funk" (LOTUGChief Rocka)

Verse Two:

All I want is bitchesbig booty bitches
Used to sell crackso I could stack my riches
Now I pack gatsto stop all the snitches
from stayin in my businesswhat is this? Relentless
approachto 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
HuhI m doin rhymes nowfuck the crimes now
Come on the aveI 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 jackersthe jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)
I ll make you prove that it s bulletproof
Hold ya headcause when you hit the bricks
I got ginmad bluntsand bitches suckin dick
The funk baby

Repeat chorus

Verse Three:

So I guess you know the storythe rap-sidecrack-side
How I smoked funksmacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuythe place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan test
The rocket launcherBiggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That s why I pack a ninafuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
[What s LoveGot to Do]
when I m rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboobut I don t sling guns
I got bags of funkand it s sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna knowhow 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

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