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[Verse 1:]<br>So you wanna be hardcore<br>With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps<br>But I can´t feel that hardcore appeal<br>that you´re screamin, baby I´m dreamin<br>This ain´t Christopher Williams, still some<br>MC´s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some<br>To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy<br>I get up in that ass like a wedgie<br>Says who? Says me, the lyrical<br>Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it´s a miracle"<br>Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me<br>Just for niggaz actin shifty<br>Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat´ll kill you quicker<br>Especially when I´m drunk off the liquor<br>Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is<br>natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Chorus 8x]<br>"I live for the funk, I´ll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)<br><br>[Verse 2:]<br>All I want is bitches, big booty bitches<br>Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches<br>Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches<br>from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless<br>approach, to know if I´m broke or not<br>Just cause I joke and smoke a lot<br>Don´t mean I don´t tote the glock<br>Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen<br>Until we motherfuckin meet again<br>Huh, I´m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now<br>Come on the ave, I´m real hard to find now<br>Cause I´m knee deep in the beats<br>In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats<br>For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)<br>I´ll make you prove that it´s bulletproof<br>Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks<br>I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Repeat chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3:]<br><br>So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side<br>How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside<br>Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests<br>Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan´ test<br>The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya<br>High as a motherfuckin helicopter<br>That´s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor<br>Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina<br>(What´s Love, Got to Do)<br>when I´m rippin all through your whole crew<br>Strapped like bamboo, but I don´t sling guns<br>I got bags of funk, and it´s sellin by the tons<br>Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life<br>Making money smoking mics like crack pipes<br>It´s type simple and plain to maintain<br>I add a little funk to the brain<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Repeat chorus]
New song lyrics
[Verse 1:]<br>So you wanna be hardcore<br>With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps<br>But I can´t feel that hardcore appeal<br>that you´re screamin, baby I´m dreamin<br>This ain´t Christopher Williams, still some<br>MC´s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some<br>To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy<br>I get up in that ass like a wedgie<br>Says who? Says me, the lyrical<br>Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it´s a miracle"<br>Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me<br>Just for niggaz actin shifty<br>Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat´ll kill you quicker<br>Especially when I´m drunk off the liquor<br>Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is<br>natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Chorus 8x]<br>"I live for the funk, I´ll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)<br><br>[Verse 2:]<br>All I want is bitches, big booty bitches<br>Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches<br>Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches<br>from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless<br>approach, to know if I´m broke or not<br>Just cause I joke and smoke a lot<br>Don´t mean I don´t tote the glock<br>Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen<br>Until we motherfuckin meet again<br>Huh, I´m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now<br>Come on the ave, I´m real hard to find now<br>Cause I´m knee deep in the beats<br>In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats<br>For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)<br>I´ll make you prove that it´s bulletproof<br>Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks<br>I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Repeat chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3:]<br><br>So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side<br>How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside<br>Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests<br>Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan´ test<br>The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya<br>High as a motherfuckin helicopter<br>That´s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor<br>Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina<br>(What´s Love, Got to Do)<br>when I´m rippin all through your whole crew<br>Strapped like bamboo, but I don´t sling guns<br>I got bags of funk, and it´s sellin by the tons<br>Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life<br>Making money smoking mics like crack pipes<br>It´s type simple and plain to maintain<br>I add a little funk to the brain<br>The funk baby<br><br>[Repeat chorus]
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