Machine Gun Funk - The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse One:]

So you wanna be h_rdcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that h_rdcore appeal
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let n_ggaz know... that if you f_ck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
N_ggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz 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 b_tches, big booty b_tches
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 n_ggaz in the pen
Until we motherf_ckin meet again
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, f_ck 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 (car sirens)
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and b_tches s_ckin d_ck
The funk baby

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse Three:]

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked b_tches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a n_gga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherf_ckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, f_ck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherf_ckers 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
N_ggaz 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

[Repeat chorus]

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