Verse One:
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 n***as know... that if you f** with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that a** like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
n***as sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the d** alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for n***as actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll k** you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks is
Natural to eat you n***as like chocolates
The funk baby
Chorus (repeats 8X)
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)
Verse Two:
All I want is b**hes, big booty b**hes
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 n***as in the pen
Until we motherf**in meet again
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, f** 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 a** 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 b**hes s**in 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 b**hes on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a n***a wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherf**in helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, f** a misdeameanor
Beatin motherf**ers like Ike beat Tina
(What's Love, Got to Do)
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
n***as 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
Machine Gun Funk baby!
Repeat chorus