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 niggas know... that if you **** with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who?Says me,the lyrical
niggas sayin, 'Biggie off the street, it's a miracle'
Left the drugs alone,took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas, big booty b*****s
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 mother****in' 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 b*****s suckin d**k
The funk baby
Repeat chorus]
Verse Three:]
So I guess you know the story,the rap-side,crack-side
How I smoked funk,smacked b*****s 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 mother****in' helicopter
That's why I pack a nina,**** a misdeameanor
Beatin mother****ers 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
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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Notorious BIG
[00:10.636]So you wanna be hardcore
[00:12.288]With your hat to the back,talkin bout the gats in your raps
[00:16.440]But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
[00:18.340]that you're screamin,baby I'm dreamin
[00:20.472]This ain't Christopher Williams,still some
[00:21.987]MC's got to feel one,caps I got to peel some
[00:23.655]To let niggas know... that if you **** with Big-and-Heavy
[00:25.231]I get up in that ass like a wedgie
[00:30.903]Says who?Says me,the lyrical
[00:32.527]niggas sayin, 'Biggie off the street, it's a miracle'
[00:35.455]Left the drugs alone,took the thugs along with me
[00:38.395]Just for niggas actin shifty
[00:40.293]Sticks and stones break bones,but the gat'll kill you quicker
[00:44.123]Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
[00:46.387]Smokin funk by the boxes,packin glocks is
[00:49.07]Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
[00:50.910]The funk baby
[00:51.607]Chorus （repeats 8X）]
[00:52.255]"I live for the funk,I'll die for the funk"（LOTUG,Chief Rocka）
[00:53.319]Verse Two:]
[00:53.383]All I want is niggas, big booty b*****s
[01:13.252]Used to sell crack,so I could stack my riches
[01:15.892]Now I pack gats,to stop all the snitches
[01:18.976]from stayin in my business,what is this?Relentless
[01:21.143]approach,to know if I'm broke or not
[01:23.720]Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
[01:25.738]Don't mean I don't tote the glock
[01:27.487]Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
[01:29.832]Until we mother****in' meet again
[01:31.394]Huh,I'm doin rhymes now,**** the crimes now
[01:34.110]Come on the ave,I'm real hard to find now
[01:36.794]Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
[01:38.534]In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10by the seats
[01:41.406]For the jackers,the jealous ass crackers in the （car sirens）
[01:44.498]I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
[01:46.914]Hold ya head,cause when you hit the bricks
[01:49.274]I got gin,mad blunts,and b*****s suckin d**k
[01:51.348]The funk baby
[01:52.328]Repeat chorus]
[01:52.768]Verse Three:]
[01:53.318]So I guess you know the story,the rap-side,crack-side
[02:14.149]How I smoked funk,smacked b*****s on the backside
[02:17.313]Bed-Stuy,the place where my head rests
[02:20.353]Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan'test
[02:22.525]The rocket launcher,Biggie stomped ya
[02:24.517]High as a mother****in' helicopter
[02:26.134]That's why I pack a nina,**** a misdeameanor
[02:29.225]Beatin mother****ers like Ike beat Tina
[02:32.745]（What's Love,Got to Do）
[02:36.01]when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
[02:38.733]Strapped like bamboo,but I don't sling guns
[02:41.399]I got bags of funk,and it's sellin by the tons
[02:44.945]Niggas wanna know,how I live the mack life
[02:46.881]Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
[02:48.289]It's type simple and plain to maintain
[02:49.833]I add a little funk to the brain
[02:52.253]The funk baby