B.I.G. Notorious - "Machine Gun Funk" lyrics
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Verse One:
So you wanna be hardcore
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who' Says me, the lyrical
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby
Chorus (repeats 8X)
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)
Verse Two:
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
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
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
So you wanna be hardcore
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who' Says me, the lyrical
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby
Chorus (repeats 8X)
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)
Verse Two:
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
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
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
Until we motherfuckin meet again
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes 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 (car sirens)
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
The funk baby
Repeat chorus
Verse Three:
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
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
[What's Love, Got to Do]
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
The funk baby
I add a little funk to the brain
Repeat chorus
Until we motherfuckin meet again
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes 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 (car sirens)
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
The funk baby
Repeat chorus
Verse Three:
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
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
[What's Love, Got to Do]
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
The funk baby
I add a little funk to the brain
Repeat chorus
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