text: Black Cadillac, on vogues
  Sittin back thinkin
  Thing aint the same no mo
  We want Biggie
  Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don
  Heads still bouncin
  Tell the DJ what we want 
  We want Biggie
  So you wanna be hardcore
  With your hat to the back
  Talking about the gats in your raps
  But I cant feel that hardcore
  Appeal that youre screaming
  Maybe Im dreaming
  This aint Christopher Williams, still some
  MCs got to feel one
  Caps, I got to 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 saying: Biggie off the street, its a miracle!
  Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
  Just for niggas acting shifty
  Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill you quicker
  Especially when Im drunk off the liquor
  Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
  Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
  The funk, baby
  When they ask us what we want 
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Live and die for the funk
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Aw, its nothing but funk in this motherfucker here!
  Ayo, its Redman dog, you know the deal
  Im watching New Jack City in my steering wheel
  Man I love for the funk, Ill kill that wheel
  Nigga fucking large Im in the NFL
  Killer, the man on fire like Denzel
  I rock steady, my heatll make your wind-mill
  Thats real, dot, R-A-W, straight out my mother womb
  Right to the rubber room, Im psycho, automatics
  Since a younging, blowing funk boosts with half-sticks
  I aint give a fuck, now Im trying to own a mountain
  Standing on it yelling regular!
  B. Smalls, Nate Dogg on the same beat
  We fuck hoes, send em home like the Yankees
  Brick City, yeah nigga, a threat
  Thats how I act when Bad Boy cut Killa a check
  Yep, haha
  When they ask us what we want 
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Live and die for the funk
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Real talk, nigga, Flip Mode Squads in the building
  Put your ones up, tribute the god, look
  All gathered around, bounce to the funk
  Got the whole club stink with the aroma of the skunk
  Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga, aint nothing change
  Rep Big in a horde, like he still on St. James
  Check it, nigga gon see why we try
  We continue to rep the funk in the name of the god B.I
  Get dressed, mamis try to step up in the spotlight
  We honoring one of the greatest, yes we gotta rep him right
  Homie I aint done, let me keep giving you funk shit
  Busta Bust does just what he do, now let me run shit
  Yeah, peep heat we bringin, rep the funk to the fullest
  Still, keep we keep drillin, niggas all up in they head
  Cause I said we always will, and
  Put it down for Big-Heavy, still B.K. swinging
  The funk, baby
  When they ask us what we want 
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Live and die for the funk
  We want the funk!
  Where Brooklyn at? 
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?