Machine Gun Funk

So you wanna be hardcore

With your hat to the back

Talking about the gats in your raps

But I can't feel that hardcore

Appeal that you're screaming

Maybe I'm dreaming

This ain't Christopher Williams, still some

MC's got to feel one

Caps, I got to peel some

To let niggas know

That if you fuck with big-and-heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgie

Says who - says me, the lyrical

Niggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"

Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me

Just for niggas acting shifty

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker

Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor

Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks

It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates

The funk, baby

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches

Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches

Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches

From staying 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

16 shots for my niggas in the pen

Until we motherfucking meet again

I'm doing rhymes now, fuck 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 blue suits

I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof

Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks

I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick

The funk, baby

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

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

50-shot clip if a nigga want test

The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya

High as a motherfucking helicopter

That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor

Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

"What's love got to do"?

When I'm ripping all through your whole crew

Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns

I got bags of funk and it's selling by the tons

Niggas want to 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

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk