Machine Gun Funk lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

So you wanna be hardcore?

With your hat to the back

Talking 'bout 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 gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some

To let niggers know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy

I get up in that ass like a wedgie

Says who? Says me, the lyrical

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

Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me

Just for niggers acting shifty

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

Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor

Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks-es

It's natural to eat you niggers like chocolates

The funk, baby

[Chorus]

"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"

[Verse 2]

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

Sixteen shots for my niggers in the pen

Until we motherfucking meet again, huh

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

[Chorus]

"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" (Uh)

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

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

[Verse 3]

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside

Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests

Fifty-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 misdemeanor

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

Niggers 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

[Chorus]

"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"