Machine Gun Funk

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