So you wanna be hardcore, wit' your hat to the back Talkin' bout the gats and your raps, but I can't feel that hardcore I feel that you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher Williams, still some Get the feel one, cats, I got the feel some To let niggas know, that if you're * with big and heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie, since who sends 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, red bones But they gotta kill you quicker, especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' drunk by the boxes, packin' glocks It's natural to eat your niggas like shot, what's the *, baby? I'm drunk off the *, I'm drunk off the * All I want is bitches, big booty bitches Used to sell crack so I can 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 I'm doin' rhymes now, * 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 and the f***ers I make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, bad blood, and bitches suckin' dick The *, baby? I'm drunk off the *, I'm drunk off the * So I guess you know the story, the rap sign, crack sign How I smoke drunk, smack bitches on the backside The lips where my head rests, 50-shot grip If a nigga want that, the rocket launcher Biggie stomped ya, high as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a dina, * a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers 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 Niggas wanna know how I live the Mack life Makin' money smokin' mics like crack pipes It's tight, simple, and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The *, baby? I'm drunk off the *, I'm drunk off the * Biggie stomped ya, high as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a dina, * a misdemeanor The *, baby? I'm drunk off the *, I'm drunk off the * Biggie stomped ya, high as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a dina, * a misdemeanor Niggas wanna know how I live the Mack life Makin' money smokin' mics like crack pipes It's tight, simple, and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The *, baby? I'm drunk off the *, I'm drunk off the * I'm drunk off the *