machine gun funk

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

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 (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 suckin' dick

The funk, baby

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Uh

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side

How I smoke funk, smack 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 motherfuckin' helicopter

That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor

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

Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes

It's type, simple and plain, to maintain

I add a little funk to the brain

The funk, baby