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 staying in my business, what is this, relentless
Approach to know if Im broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Dont mean I dont tote the Glock
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfucking meet again
Im doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, Im real hard to find now
Cause Im 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 blue suits
Ill make you prove that its bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
The funk, baby
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
50-shot clip if a nigga want test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfucking helicopter
Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor
Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
Whats love got to do?
When Im ripping all through your whole crew
Strapped like Bamboo but I dont sling guns
I got bags of funk and its selling by the tons
Niggas want to know how I live the mack life
Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes
Its type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk, baby