Machine Gun Funk
 作词 : Notorious BIG
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  ******  know...that  if  you  ****  with  Big-and-Heavy
I  get  up  in  that  ass  like  a  wedgie
Says  who?Says  me,the  lyrical
******  sayin,"Biggie  off  the  street,it's  a  miracle"
Left  the  drugs  alone,took  the  thugs  along  with  me
Just  for  ******  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  ******  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  *******,big  booty  *******
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  ******  in  the  pen
Until  we  ************  meet  again
Huh,I'm  doin  rhymes  now,****  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-10by  the  seats
For  the  jackers,the  jealous  ass  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  *******  suckin  ****
The  funk  baby
Repeat  chorus]
Verse  Three:]
So  I  guess  you  know  the  story,the  rap-side,crack-side
How  I  smoked  funk,smacked  *******  on  the  backside
Bed-Stuy,the  place  where  my  head  rests
Fifty  shot  clip  if  a  *****  wan'test
The  rocket  launcher,Biggie  stomped  ya
High  as  a  ************  helicopter
That's  why  I  pack  a  nina,****  a  misdeameanor
Beatin  *************  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
******  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