machine gun funk

• bir the notorious b.i.g. şarkısı.
  
  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 niggaz know... that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
  i get up in that ass like a wedgie
  says who? says me, the lyrical
  niggaz sayin, "biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
  left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
  just for niggaz 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 niggaz 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 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 niggaz 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 (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 bitches suckin 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 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
  niggaz 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
  
  repeat chorus
• sabah dinlenecek ilk parça olabilir, kafayı açtığı gerçek. “so you wanna be hardcore” aynen biggie abi seni gencecik fidanken toprağa düşüren hayat bize neler yapmaz be abim.
  
  ready to die’a ait parça.