[Verse One:]

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 [bad word] with Big-and-Heavy 
I get up in that [bad word] like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical 
Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" 
Left the [bad word] 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 [bad word] off the liquor 
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is 
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates 
The funk baby 

 [bad word] (repeats 8X)]

"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka) 

[Verse Two:]

All I want is [bad word]  big booty [bad word] 
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 [bad word] meet again 
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, [bad word] the crimes now  [bad word] on the ave, I'm real hard to find now 
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats 
In the Land [bad word] Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats 
For the jackers, the jealous [bad word] 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 [bad word] suckin [bad word] 
The funk baby 

[Repeat [bad word] 

[Verse Three:]

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side 
How I smoked funk, smacked [bad word] on the backside 
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests 
Fifty shot clip if a [bad word] wan' test 
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya 
High as a [bad word] helicopter 
That's why I pack a nina, [bad word] a misdeameanor 
Beatin [bad word] 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 [bad word]