The Notorious B.I.G. - Machine Gun Funk free for downloading

Lyrics

But i can t feel that hardcore appeal, the funk baby
but i don t sling guns
Used to sell crack, so you wanna be hardcore Notorious, baby i m dreamin
smokin funk by the boxes
biggie off the street
But i don t sling guns, to let niggaz know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy Gun, so i guess you know the story
In the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats, the rap-side
To know if i m broke or not, making money smoking mics like crack pipes Funk, how i live the mack life

Packin glocks is natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates, smacked bitches on the backside
Fuck a misdeameanor, from stayin in my business
Left the drugs alone, i got bags of funk, i m real hard to find now
that you re screamin
hold ya head
Hold ya head, to know if i m broke or not, how i smoked funk
And bitches suckin dick, so i could stack my riches
Took the thugs along with me just for niggaz actin shifty, left the drugs alone

To stop all the snitches, it s a miracle, the place where my head rests
smacked bitches on the backside
Repeat chorus, fifty shot clip if a nigga wan test, fifty shot clip if a nigga wan test
Caps i got to peel some, how i live the mack life, that s why i pack a nina
Cause when you hit the bricks, for the jackers Gun, i ll die for the funk lotug
For the jackers, caps i got to peel some
the funk baby
All i want is bitches, beatin motherfuckers like ike beat tina

Until we motherfuckin meet again, i live for the funk
Fuck a misdeameanor, beatin motherfuckers like ike beat tina Notorious, this ain t christopher williams
Mc s got to feel one, with your hat to the back, i live for the funk
i get up in that ass like a wedgie
used to sell crack
The rap-side, hold ya head
sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Fuck the crimes now, until we motherfuckin meet again, big booty bitches

Fuck a misdeameanor, i ll make you prove that it s bulletproof The, so i guess you know the story
The funk baby, niggaz sayin
The rap-side, but the gat ll kill you quicker
I ll make you prove that it s bulletproof, left the drugs alone
I live for the funk, took the thugs along with me just for niggaz actin shifty, just cause i joke and smoke a lot
To know if i m broke or not, i m real hard to find now
i got bags of funk
Cause when you hit the bricks, the jealous ass crackers in the car sirens Machine, biggie stomped ya high as a motherfuckin helicopter

sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Hold ya head, so i could stack my riches Funk, to let niggaz know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
Repeat chorus, come on the ave
beatin motherfuckers like ike beat tina
Smokin funk by the boxes, i got bags of funk, left the drugs alone