Lyrics:
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
how the fuck I get down!
Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
Yeah
You're now enterin' the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click,
the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands"
(Aaahhh)
"got to be an addiction!"
"you know, I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my
Hands
wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Ooh wee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
To the bang-bang boogity, up jump the funk
When I bang big bullets, I
to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with
wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of ya'll got the balls big enough to battle,
I go On & On like Erika Badu
A hundred times nicer than
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace!!
Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace!!
And all my other homies that have died
in
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
on the big screen
I'm rising up, coming on the scene
In a year at the top is where I want to be
I need someone to make me a time machine
So I can see myself
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Pushin that wattage
OC's where we at
Heart of the South
Also known as Funk County
So don't go doubt
We got that juice
For all them ratchets
N***as come on come on its a vibe
They got it lit in the city that aint no jive
Its live live its all the way live
Don't even have to walk cause
It goes, ring-ring,ring-ring my money ring
Ching-ching-cha-ching, money machine
I want that big bling and everything that money brings
Whip creme
and machine, yeah, you know what I mean?
I am a man, I am a warrior, livin life big like my name was notorious
Shoot for the stars, I aim and it's glorious
Military rap machine
This is my regime
1994 Inc I rule supreme
Clash me be weary
Tank firing oxford dictionary
End up cemetery
It anit over til
what I learn first
? You see just how that work surf?
Oh I'm some big shit, Notorious
Get you some gunplay bastard and glorious
I got the top chopped off
Only for once
ArmanHz, Mobile Green, on me
Big Latinas on me (Yeah)
Big machines only (Yeah)
Twenty K in cash by my lonely (No)
Can't fuck that
they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?
[Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy)
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Yeah, I got my favorite verse tattooed on my arm
But I hang with the big boys down at the bar
'Cause if I think it, hell yeah I'm gonna say it
I
some big time West Coast rap machines
I'ma give you what I got and baby that's plenty
Gon, make it crack, baby back at the telly
Gonna make you wet,
re-runs trying to reach us
Wheres our freedoms
Treat us like Jesus for having ideas Run by a machine, a programmed dream.
Seems we're seen through a screen
it's you (uh huh)
Back on track as we roll like a 7-8 coupe
De Ville, you chill on the funk 'cause
Guess what? (What up?) we still loccin' up
So those
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
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