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monk - machine gun funk lyrics

[verse 1]
all i want is b-tches, big-booty b-tches
used to sell crack, so i could stack my riches
now i pack gats to stop all the snitches
from staying 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
16 shots for my n-ggas in the pen
until we motherf-cking meet again
i’m doing rhymes now, f-ck 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–ss 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 b-tches sucking d-ck
the funk, baby

[verse 2]
so i guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
how i smoked funk, smacked b-tches on the backside
bed-stuy: the place where my head rests
50-shot clip if a n-gga want test
the rocket launcher, biggie stomped ya
high as a motherf-cking helicopter
that’s why i pack a nina, f-ck a misdemeanor
beating motherf-ckers like ike beat tina
“what’s love got to do”?
when i’m ripping all through your whole crew
strapped like bamboo but i don’t sling guns
i got bags of funk and it’s selling by the tons
n-ggas want to 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

- monk lyrics

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