| So you wanna be hardcore
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| With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
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| But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal
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| that you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin
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| This ain’t Christopher Williams, still some
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| MC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
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| To let niggaz know… that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
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| I get up in that ass like a wedgie
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| Says who? |
| Says me, the lyrical
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| Niggaz sayin, Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle
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| Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggaz actin shifty
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| Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quicker
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| Especially when I’m drunk off the liquor
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| Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
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| The funk baby
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| Chorus (repeats 8X)
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| I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)
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| All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
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| Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
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| Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
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| from stayin in my business, what is this? |
| Relentless
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| approach, to know if I’m broke or not
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| Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
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| Don’t mean I don’t tote the glock
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| Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
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| Until we motherfuckin meet again
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| Huh, I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
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| Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now
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| Cause I’m knee deep in the beats
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| In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats
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| For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)
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| I’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof
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| Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
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| I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
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| The funk baby
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| Repeat chorus
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| So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
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| How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
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| Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
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| Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan’test
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| The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter
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| That’s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
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| Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
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| when I’m rippin all through your whole crew
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| Strapped like bamboo, but I don’t sling guns
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| I got bags of funk, and it’s sellin by the tons
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| Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
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| Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
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| It’s type simple and plain to maintain
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| I add a little funk to the brain
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| The funk baby
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| Repeat chorus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Machine Gun Funk , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Song from the album Ready to Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп