text: 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