Yeah
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin about the gats in ya raps
But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin
Maybe Im dreamin
This aint Christopher Williams
Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin, Biggie off the street, its a miracle!
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill ya quicker
Especially when Im drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks-es
Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
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 stayin 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
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet again, huh
Im doin 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 
Ill make you prove that its bulletproof
Hold your head cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk 
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
Thats why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
Whats love got to do...
When Im rippin all through your whole crew?
Strapped like Bamboo but I dont sling guns
I got bags of funk and its sellin by the tons
Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life
Makin money, smokin mics like crack pipes
Its type, simple and plain, to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk, baby
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk
I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk