The closest to the original I've heard so far. I've been searching for this a long time ago, I will make an edit of the original version. Congratulations for the work!!
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, 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 is Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk baby 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 Sixteen 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 ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick The funk baby So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked 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 misdeameanor Beatin' motherfuckers 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
May be the closest to the original that I’ve ever heard , thanks for making this
I think it is the original. Makes me wanna go to "Sunrise" service.
its the original, but its the whole song with ia vocal isolation
@@l8_019plugins for vocal isolation IS expensive
phat in the 90s, phat in 2023
The closest to the original I've heard so far.
I've been searching for this a long time ago, I will make an edit of the original version.
Congratulations for the work!!
Where is the horns sample?
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, 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 is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
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
Sixteen 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 ya head, 'cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick
The funk baby
So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked 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 misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers 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
I wish it had the sirens in it.
About to watch Alien VS Predator. #IGottA
Thelma & Louise for me.
What happened to Terrence Trent Darby?