Dang get down with the shit
Baby O cold, G-walk on a bitch
Baw with da baw, kick rocks, get down
Dang house, bitch, muthafucka, who now?
6FEETDEEP, muthafucka, who that?
Baby O beat 'em with a baseball bat
Steel toe, bitch, weigh about 250
Beat a bitch stupid, put a blade in his kidney, damn
Hold up, wait, hold up, stop
Baby O jukin' up the muthafuckin' block
Hold up, wait, hold up, stop
Baby O, bitch, make your body fuckin' drop
Mac, I be pimpin'
Fuck all these bitches
Fuck all these haters and bustas and snitches
Fuck they opinion
Fuck what they thinkin'
Fuck everybody, fuck everyone dissin'
Say what you want
Talk with your chest
Talk to me nice or I'm breaking your neck
Fuck with my team
Fuck with my set
Fuck with me, bitch,
I'll put six in your chest,
I’ll put six in your chest,
Six in your chest ———
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', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's 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 sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas actin' shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby.
[I love for the funk|I die by 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 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 niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
Huh, I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm 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
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof!
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' 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
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
— Dang get down with the shit!
Baby O cold, G-walk on a bitch
Baw with da baw, kick rocks, get down
Dang house, bitch, muthafucka, who now?
6FEETDEEP, muthafucka, who that?
Baby O beat 'em with a baseball bat
Steel toe, bitch, weigh about 250
Beat a bitch stupid, put a blade in his kidney, damn
Hold up, wait, hold up, stop
Baby O jukin' up the muthafuckin' block
Hold up, wait, hold up, stop
Baby O, bitch, make your body fuckin' drop
— Mac, I be pimpin'!
Fuck all these bitches
Fuck all these haters and bustas and snitches
Fuck they opinion
Fuck what they thinkin'
Fuck everybody, fuck everyone dissin'
Say what you want
Talk with your chest
Talk to me nice or I'm breaking your neck
Fuck with my team
Fuck with my set
Fuck with me, bitch, I'll put six in your chest
— 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
Niggas 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…
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