#itoldmyniggaein95 #truelife #thisniggawasabeast #saynomore #opponentsfearedhim @bystormpitts #yeeerd So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back Talking about the Gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screaming, maybe I'm dreaming 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 saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas acting shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the Gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks, it's Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby "I live for the funk, I'll 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 staying 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 16 shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfucking meet again I'm doing 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 *blue suits* I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof! Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick The funk, baby