So you be hardcore With hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that appeal you're screamin, baby, I'm dreamin'
This ain't Williams, still some MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel To let know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy I get up in that ass like a
Says Says me, The Lyrical Niggaz sayin', "Biggie off the street, a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the along with me Just for niggaz shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you Especially when I'm drunk off the Smokin' by the boxes, packin' glocks is Natural to eat you niggaz like The baby
I live for the funk, I'll die for the 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 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 live for the funk, I'll die for the
All I is bitches, big booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my Now I pack gats, to all the snitches stayin' in my business, what is this?
Relentless approach, to know if I'm or not Just 'cause I and smoke a lot Don't mean I tote the glock Sixteen for my niggaz in the pen we motherfuckin' meet again
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the now on the ave, I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee deep in the In the Land Cruiser Jeep the Mac-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous ass in the I'll make you prove it's bulletproof Hold ya head, 'cause you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and suckin' dick 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 for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll 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, I'll die for the
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, How I smoked funk, bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my rests Fifty shot if a nigga wan' test
The launcher, Biggie stomped ya as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I a nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beatin' like Ike beat Tina
love, got to do When I'm rippin' all your whole crew Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling I got of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack money smoking mics like crack pipes It's simple and plain to maintain I add a little to the brain 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, 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 for the funk, I'll die for the funk I for the funk, I'll die for the funk ...