Machine Gun Funk [AYYE]

So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin This ain't Christopher Williams, still some MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggaz actin shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is Natural to eat you niggaz 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 stayin 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 niggaz in the pen Until we motherfuckin meet again Huh, I'm doin 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 (car sirens) I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin 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 Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina When I'm rippin all through your whole crew Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons Niggaz 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 "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"