MOG

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

Says who? Says me, The Lyrical
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya

I get up in that ass like a wedgie
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches

For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

Relentless approach, to know if I'm broke or not
Natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Just for niggaz actin' shifty
The funk baby
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
Niggaz sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

What's love, got to do
That you're screamin, baby, I'm dreamin'
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
I add a little funk to the brain
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
The funk baby
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
To let niggaz know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' glocks is
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
The funk baby

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk