The Notorious BIG - Ready to Die (Album)
The Notorious BIG - Ready to Die (Album)

Leggi il Testo Machine Gun Funk Notorious BIG. “Machine Gun Funk” è una canzone di The Notorious BIG estratta dal leggendario album “Ready to Die“. Machine Gun Funk Lyrics

Testo Machine Gun Funk Notorious BIG

Damn, is that the Chronic?
Yeah, it’s that chronic boy

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 funk by the boxes, packing Glockses
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
Sixteen 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
Fifty-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 misdemeanor
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”

Testo Machine Gun Funk Notorious BIG