Lyrics (**It's from GOOGLE**}:

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back,
talkin bout the gats in your
raps
But I cant feel that hardcore
appeal
That youre screamin, baby Im
dreamin
This aint christopher
williams, still some
Mcs got to feel one, caps I
got to peel some
To let niggaz know... that if
you f
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Lyrics (**It's from GOOGLE**}:

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back,
talkin bout the gats in your
raps
But I cant feel that hardcore
appeal
That youre screamin, baby Im
dreamin
This aint christopher
williams, still some
Mcs 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, its a miracle
Left the drugs alone, took the
thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones,
but the gatll kill you quicker
Especially when Im drunk off
the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes,
packin glocks is
Natural to eat you niggaz like
chocolates
The funk baby

Chorus (repeats 8x)

I live for the funk, Ill die
for the funk (lotug, chief
rocka)

Verse two:

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 Im broke
or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a
lot
Dont mean I dont tote the
glock
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in
the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet
again
Huh, Im doin rhymes now, fuck
the crimes now
Come on the ave, Im real hard
to find now
Cause Im 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)
Ill make you prove that its
bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you
hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and
bitches suckin dick
The funk baby

Repeat chorus

Verse three:

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
Thats why I pack a nina, fuck
a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like ike
beat tina
[whats love, got to do]
When Im rippin all through
your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I
dont sling guns
I got bags of funk, and its
sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live
the mack life
Making money smoking mics like
crack pipes
Its type simple and plain to
maintain
I add a little funk to the
brain
The funk baby

Repeat chorus

Category Music

Tags The, Notorious, B.I.G., Machine, Gun, Funk, Rap, Hip, Hop, Music, Biggie, Puff, Daddy