text: 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