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[Verse 1:] So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can´t feel that hardcore appeal that you´re screamin, baby I´m dreamin This ain´t Christopher Williams, still some MC´s got to feel one, caps 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 me, the lyrical Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it´s a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggaz actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat´ll kill you quicker Especially when I´m drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates The funk baby [Chorus 8x] "I live for the funk, I´ll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka) [Verse 2:] 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 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 Huh, I´m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the ave, I´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 jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens) I´ll make you prove that it´s bulletproof Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick The funk baby [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan´ test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter That´s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina (What´s Love, Got to Do) when I´m rippin all through your whole crew Strapped like bamboo, but I don´t sling guns I got bags of funk, and it´s sellin by the tons Niggaz wanna know, how 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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