Machine Gun
Notorious B.I.G. Feat. Redman Lyrics
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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', maybe I'm dreamin'
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggas know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
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
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
Niggas 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)
(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)
(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)
(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)
The lyrics to Notorious B.I.G.'s "Machine Gun Funk" exude a sense of toughness and swagger, as with much of his music. The opening lines criticize other rappers who talk about guns in their lyrics, suggesting that they are trying too hard and that it is over-the-top. Biggie then establishes his own prowess, declaring that he would take care of anyone who messed with him. The rest of the verse is an expression of his hard-edged personality, with lines about drinking, smoking, carrying a gun, and having sex with women.
The chorus of the song, which repeats the phrase "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk," suggests that despite all of the tough talk, Biggie is ultimately dedicated to music and the culture that surrounds it. He is willing to defend it at all costs and to continue representing it to the fullest. The second verse hits similar themes, with Biggie discussing his criminal past and how he has transformed into a successful rapper. He continues to emphasize his toughness and willingness to stand up to challenges, framing himself as a powerful figure who should not be underestimated.
Line by Line Meaning
So you wanna be hardcore
You think you're tough and cool
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
You wear your hat backwards and rap about guns
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
But I don't believe that you're really tough
That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
You're yelling, but I don't take you seriously
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
This isn't smooth R&B, but there are still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
I have to shoot some rappers to prove I'm the real deal
To let niggas know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
To warn others that if they mess with me
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
I will hurt them badly
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
I say that, I'm the best rapper
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
People are amazed that I stopped selling drugs and got famous
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
I stopped selling drugs, but still have my tough friends
Just for niggas actin' shifty
To protect myself from suspicious people
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Names don't hurt, but guns do
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Especially when I'm drunk
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
I smoke weed and carry guns
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
I'm naturally dangerous
The funk baby
I live for the music
(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk)
I'm devoted to music
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
I just want women with big butts
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
I used to sell drugs to make money
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
Now I carry guns to stop people from snitching on me
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
To keep people from talking about me
Relentless approach, to know if I'm broke or not
People are always trying to see if I'm poor
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
But just because I joke and smoke
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
Doesn't mean I don't carry a gun
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
I'm thinking of my friends in jail
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
Until we see each other again
Huh, I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
I'm focused on my music, not my criminal past
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
I'm hard to locate on the street
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
Because I'm focused on my music
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
In my SUV with a gun next to me
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the
For thieves and people who are jealous
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I'll shoot your car to see if it's really bulletproof
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
Be careful on the streets
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
I have alcohol, marijuana, and women performing oral sex
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
You know my story - from selling drugs to rap
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
How I used to smoke weed and hit women
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Bedford-Stuyvesant is where I grew up
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
I have a large gun with many bullets if someone wants to challenge me
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
I'm so powerful, even a rocket launcher can't stop me
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
I'm extremely high on drugs
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
That's why I carry a gun, even if it's illegal
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
I beat people up like Ike Turner beat Tina Turner
What's love got to do
What does love have to do with anything
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
When I'm attacking your whole group of friends
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I have weapons, but I don't use them
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons
I have lots of weed and it's selling quickly
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
People are curious about how I live as a successful rapper
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
I make lots of money by rapping
It's type simple and plain to maintain
It's easy to maintain my success
I add a little funk to the brain
I add a little something special to my music
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KEITH ELAM, KEVIN M HANSFORD, OSTEN HARVEY, OSTEN S HARVEY, DUPREE KELLY, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, AL-TERIK WARDRICK, MARLON LU'REE WILLIAMS
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@zzoidbergz727
LYRIC:
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about 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 got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let niggas know
That if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who - says me, the lyrical
Niggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you niggas 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 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
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfucking meet again
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
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
50-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 misdeameanor
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
Niggas want to 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
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
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
@magnuszerock7541
When BIG said
"All I want it bitches, big booty bitches."
I felt that in my soul
@whysoserious7810
True true
@zephyrsky__
Yeah, deep
@ranmindyt2902
1:11 😂
@RichOmar875
😂💯
@MRPINKWSPHX602
The next verse after that 🤘🏼
@marieme391
this beat is SICK ASF.
@Ebinok
Easy mo bee was on fire
@ProdByHonchoBeatz
@@djnotorious8900 no
@solidbreed9767
@@ProdByHonchoBeatz Yes