[Intro]
[Verse 1]
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', maybe 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! (Let 'em know)
That if you fuck 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-es
It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk, baby!
[Chorus]
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
[Verse 2]
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
16 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 ****
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!
[Chorus]
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk (Uh)
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
[Verse 3]
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 wan' 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
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!
[Chorus]
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
This particular line goes way back to 1989, when the then 17-year-old Biggie engaged in a rap battle against Primo. Through this video, one can see Biggie delivering this line way before recording

A great double entendre here by Biggie. He’s saying that he’s doing 16 shots for his n——‘s in the pen- in jail. So he’s still shooting shots and killing people, likely as retribution for people that snitched and got his homey’s locked up.
But, the other meaning is that “16 shots” also refers to how rap songs typically contain 16 bars. And so he’s saying that he does it for his n—-‘s “in the pen”, meaning that he’s giving his homeys 16 bars by writing with the pen now.
It’s a great double meaning that captures that he’s still part of the streets, but also now he’s transitioning into rhyming. Perfectly aligned with the theme of the song
Biggie’s days of hustling on the corner are long gone. These days he’s in the studio working on music.

‘The Ave’ is the local’s name for the Fulton Street in Brooklyn, as written in the October 1994 issue of The Source.
A lyrical nod to the Cutty Ranks dancehall classic “A Who Seh Mi Dun.” Hence the slight Jamaican accent that Biggie puts on here.
Biggie sold crack at the age of 13, and even dropped out of high school at the age of 17 to continue his hustle in the crack game. His drug dealing days ended once he was arrested:
At age 17, he was arrested on a cocaine-dealing charge in North Carolina and spent nine months in jail while waiting to make bail.
Noun. gat (plural gats) (archaic, slang, in old westerns) A Gatling gun. (originally 1920s gangster slang) Any type of gun, usually a pistol.
Biggie defines a sharp dichotomy in his life between robbing and dealing crack and blowing up into hip hop superstardom (in reality the line is more blurred – since he continued selling drugs well into the beginnings of his music career)
In songs like “Everyday Struggle” he focuses especially on the “crack-side,” whereas songs like “Big Poppa” chronicle the “rap-side.”
This line is likely influenced by the opening lines of Wu-Tang Clan’s “C.R.E.A.M.:”
Biggie uses wordplay on a series of levels here. “Hold your head” is a frequent phrase meaning to look ahead for a brighter future, and “bricks” are a slang for a kilogram of cocaine, a market in which he would have experience in. With the following line in mind, Biggie appeals to the glamorous highlights of the drug dealing lifestyle (even if he no longer lives it).

On the other hand, taking a more literal viewpoint of “hitting the bricks”, he could be warning others of the potential harm this way of living could entail, hence telling the listener to hold their head (as if to brace for impact). Also, head is a slang for fellatio, and again with context of the next line Biggie may be saying to prepare for such actions to take place.
The proverb “sticks and stones may break my bones” means a fact that if you are attacked by someone, you will only go through physical pain. Eventually, you can be healed and the body becomes whole, but it will not affect your personality or bravery. On the contrary, the damage done by verbal abuse and hurtful words is always irreparable. The phrase is also used to encourage anyone to think of hurtful words as sticks and stones.
Biggie uses his own version to the proverb, while stating that a gat, which is a firearm, is more dangerous than sticks, stones, verbal abuse and hurtful words.

Ike Turner was singer Tina Turner’s abusive husband – rappers loved mentioning them (Chris Brown and Rihanna have come to replace them)
Tina’s most popular song was “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”
What’s Love Got To Do With It? is also the title of her biographical movie released in 1992.
“I’m Dreaming” is a treacly New Jack Swing love song performed by Christopher Williams which is also sampled here. The song featured on the soundtrack to New Jack City, a film in which Williams also acted. Biggie and Williams were also label mates on Uptown Records in the early ‘90s.
Despite moving on, Biggie still identifies with his past and those still living it. Potentially even being sarcastic/insincere in a way—he’s not going back, he won’t see them again if they’ve got life or recidivism. Arrivederci.
Yeah
Just as Biggie states on “Warning,” his trigger finger becomes itchier as he gets more intoxicated:
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
This line was later used as the hook on “Big Booty Bitches”, a Biggie track featuring Oakland rapper Too $hort, released on the Born Again album after Biggie’s death
Biggie has an affinity for tricolons. For example in
Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
and on “Going Back to Cali”:
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed – sticky green
Biggie claimed to live in the Bedford-Stuyvesant (Bed-Stuy) neighbourhood in Brooklyn, New York City (however he was actually from nearby Clinton Hill)

This was a sneak diss on tupac because tupac had a loud delivery on his songs
Despite leaving the crime game for the rap game, Biggie still needs to keep a machine gun with him at all times, lest people try to rob him.
The siren sound effect was inserted to censor the words ‘blue suits’, a reference to envious white cops who hope to rob Biggie under the cover of the law (it also rhymes with bulletproof). You can hear him say ‘blue suits’ in the acapella.
He also rolls the Land Cruiser because it was popular among rappers at the time. He also mentions it in other songs such as “Who Shot Ya?” where he says
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers

Even given the restrictive gun laws in NYC and his past criminal record, Biggie is not afraid to still carry a “nina” – a 9mm handgun.
He’s not interested in sticking within the misdemeanor category of the law – he willingly risks his freedom on a gun charge because he doesn’t give a fuck; cultivating his gangster image.
