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So you be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
That screamin, baby, I'm dreamin'

This ain't Christopher Williams, still
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to some
To let niggaz know, if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in ass like a wedgie

who? Says me, The Lyrical
Niggaz sayin', "Biggie off the street, a miracle"
the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz shifty

and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm off the liquor
funk by the boxes, packin' glocks is
Natural to eat you niggaz like
The funk

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the

I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk

All I want is bitches, big booty
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my
Now I gats, to stop all the snitches
stayin' in my business, what is this?

Relentless approach, to know if I'm or not
Just 'cause I joke and a lot
Don't I don't tote the glock
Sixteen for my niggaz in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' again

Huh, I'm rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the by the seats

For the jackers, the jealous ass in the
I'll make you prove it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches dick
The baby

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side,
How I smoked funk, smacked on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga test

The rocket launcher, stomped ya
High as a helicopter
why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers Ike beat Tina

love, got to do
When I'm all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the

Niggaz wanna know, how I the mack life
Making smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to
I add a funk to the brain
The baby

I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the

I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
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