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

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Verse one:<br><br>So you wanna be hardcore<br>With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps<br>But I can't feel that hardcore appeal<br>That you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin<br>This ain't christopher williams, still some<br>Mc's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some<br>To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with big-and-heavy<br>I get up in that ass like a wedgie<br>Says who? says me, the lyrical<br>Niggaz sayin, biggie off the street, it's a miracle<br>Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me<br>Just for niggaz actin shifty<br>Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker<br>Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor<br>Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is<br>Natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates<br>The funk baby<br><br>Chorus (repeats 8x)<br><br>I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk (lotug, chief rocka)<br><br>Verse two:<br><br>All I want is bitches, big booty bitches<br>Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches<br>Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches<br>From stayin in my business, what is this? relentless<br>Approach, to know if I'm broke or not<br>Just cause I joke and smoke a lot<br>Don't mean I don't tote the glock<br>Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen<br>Until we motherfuckin meet again<br>Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now<br>Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now<br>Cause I'm knee deep in the beats<br>In the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats<br>For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)<br>I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof<br>Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks<br>I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick<br>The funk baby<br><br>Repeat chorus<br><br>Verse three:<br><br>So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side<br>How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside<br>Bed-stuy, the place where my head rests<br>Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test<br>The rocket launcher, biggie stomped ya<br>High as a motherfuckin helicopter<br>That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor<br>Beatin motherfuckers like ike beat tina<br>[what's love, got to do]<br>When I'm rippin all through your whole crew<br>Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns<br>I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons<br>Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life<br>Making money smoking mics like crack pipes<br>It's type simple and plain to maintain<br>I add a little funk to the brain<br>The funk baby<br><br>Repeat chorus