Notorious B.I.G. - Machine Gun Funk Lyrics
Verse one:So you wanna be hardcoreWith your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your rapsBut I cant feel that hardcore appealThat youre screamin, baby Im dreaminThis aint christopher williams, still someMcs got to feel one, caps I got to peel someTo let niggaz know... that if you ***** with big-and-heavyI get up in that ass like a wedgieSays who? says me, the lyricalNiggaz sayin, biggie off the street, its a miracleLeft the drugs alone, took the thugs along with meJust for niggaz actin shiftySticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill you quickerEspecially when Im drunk off the liquorSmokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks isNatural to eat you niggaz like chocolatesThe funk babyChorus (repeats 8x)I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk (lotug, chief rocka)Verse two:All I want is *****es, big booty *****esUsed to sell crack, so I could stack my richesNow I pack gats, to stop all the snitchesFrom stayin in my business, what is this? relentlessApproach, to know if Im broke or notJust cause I joke and smoke a lotDont mean I dont tote the glockSixteen shots for my niggaz in the penUntil we mother*****in meet againHuh, Im doin rhymes now, ***** the crimes nowCome on the ave, Im real hard to find nowCause Im knee deep in the beatsIn the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seatsFor the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)Ill make you prove that its bulletproofHold ya head, cause when you hit the bricksI got gin, mad blunts, and *****es suckin dickThe funk babyRepeat chorusVerse three:So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-sideHow I smoked funk, smacked *****es on the backsideBed-stuy, the place where my head restsFifty shot clip if a nigga wan testThe rocket launcher, biggie stomped yaHigh as a mother*****in helicopterThats why I pack a nina, ***** a misdeameanorBeatin mother*****ers like ike beat tina[whats love, got to do]When Im rippin all through your whole crewStrapped like bamboo, but I dont sling gunsI got bags of funk, and its sellin by the tonsNiggaz wanna know, how I live the mack lifeMaking money smoking mics like crack pipesIts type simple and plain to maintainI add a little funk to the brainThe funk babyRepeat chorus
