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Machine Gun Funk
The Notorious B.I.G. 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 The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Machine Gun Funk" tell a story of his life as a street-successful rapper. The song is a boastful tune that documents his journey from selling crack on the streets to rapping on stage. He talks about "haters" who try to take him down, but he is not afraid to defend himself with a gun. He proclaims that he is hard, and he can back up his toughness with his lyrical skills, and if he needs to, his firepower. It's a song that glorifies gang violence, gun culture, drug-dealing, and violence.
The lyrics also contain several references to funk music, which was a popular genre of music during the late-80s and early-90s when Biggie was coming up. He uses the phrase "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" throughout the song, which suggests that he is devoted to the music and the lifestyle that comes with it. Moreover, he talks about how he has added a little funk to his brain, which hints at his musical inspiration.
Overall, "Machine Gun Funk" is a song that tells the story of Biggie's rise to fame and his journey through the world of gangs, guns, and drugs. It is a gritty and raw account of his life as a street-savvy rapper and a testament to his fearlessness and tough persona.
Line by Line Meaning
So you wanna be hardcore
You claim to be tough and gritty
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
You wear your hat backwards and rap about guns in your lyrics
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
Your toughness doesn't come across as genuine to me
That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin'
I doubt the validity of your claims
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
I'm not a soft R&B singer like Christopher Williams, but there are still some MCs who need to be put in their place
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
I have to teach the other rappers a lesson and shoot some of them
To let niggas know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I want everyone to understand that crossing me is not a good idea
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
I'll make you regret ever messing with me, like a very uncomfortable wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
I'm the one in charge, because of my superior rapping abilities
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
People are surprised that I turned my life around and become a successful artist
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
I've stopped doing drugs but kept my tough persona and friends
Just for niggas actin' shifty
I only keep the tough persona for those who try to mess with me
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Words cannot hurt me, but my gun can kill you instantly
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
I can be quite dangerous when I'm under the influence of alcohol
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
I smoke marijuana and carry guns naturally
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
I could take down my enemies with ease, like eating a piece of chocolate
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
I am a womanizer who desires women with curvy figures
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
I carry guns to prevent people from informing on me
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
I don't want people to pry into my affairs
Relentless approach, to know if I'm broke or not
People try to get information from me to see how much money I have
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't assume that I'm not still dangerous, even though I like to have fun and smoke marijuana
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
I still carry my gun even when I'm not being serious
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
I dedicate 16 gunshots to my friends who are imprisoned
Until we motherfuckin' meet again
I hope to see them again someday
Huh, I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
I'm now focused on making music, and not committing crimes
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
I'm not easy to track down and get to
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
I am very involved and committed to making music
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
I drive around in a Land Cruiser Jeep with a MAC-10 gun by my side
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the
I must carry my gun to protect myself from robbers and envious white people in the area
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
I am willing to shoot at your bulletproof vest to prove that it's a sham
Hold ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
Watch out when you're out on the streets
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
I have plenty of alcohol, marijuana, and women to satisfy me
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
I am telling you about my past as a rapper and drug dealer
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
I used to smoke marijuana and hit women on their butts for fun
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
The Brooklyn neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant is my home
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
I have 50 bullets in my gun clip if someone wants to challenge me
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
I am very powerful and dangerous, like a rocket launcher
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
I am very high and elevated in my status
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
I carry a gun named Nina to show that I am a serious criminal, not just someone who commits small crimes
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
I can beat people up very badly, like Ike Turner supposedly did to Tina Turner
What's love got to do
Love is irrelevant in my life
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
I am attacking and defeating all of your friends and associates
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I have a lot of weapons but I don't sell them
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons
I have plenty of marijuana and I am making a lot of money selling it
Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life
People are curious about how I am able to live a womanizing and criminal lifestyle
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
I am earning a lot of money and building my reputation by rapping and making music
It's type simple and plain to maintain
It's pretty easy for me to keep up my image and lifestyle
I add a little funk to the brain
I stay high and keep my mind altered with marijuana and other drugs
Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Al-terik Wardrick, Chris Martin, Christopher Wallace, Dupre Kelly, Keith Elam, Marlon Williams, Osten Harvey Jr., Kevin M Hansford
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@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