Notorious B.I.G. - Come On Lyrics
[notorious b.i.g.]Nigga was mother*****in hyped upNigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the niggaAnd it was on from thereThe mother*****er there wasnt nuttin stoppin him(what what did the rest of his niggaz do? )Man the mother*****ers was just ready for anythingThem niggaz was packin burnersThem niggaz was ready to fightWhatever we had to do holmesNiggaz was on the real flipout holmesIt was just comin out like a mother*****erThe nigga amped be like come on, come on mother*****er!!Chorus: repeat 8xCome on mother*****ers, come on[samples play over second half of chorus]Man what you ***** doin over here?Are you awake now?Hell yah Im awake man;Now tell me what the ***** is goin on hereLooks like the competition stopped byTo pay us a little visit, and check us out[sadat x]Lets go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunraysOff the baldhead, everything is realBiggie me put on this joint so ima be the big wheelWatch it slim, hey dad, place yo bet on sevenPeace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventhHey biggie, I understand youre from brooklynWith 22s in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready[notorious b.i.g.]Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with sadatRelease the brainstorm, to make your mother*****in brain warmA strange form, somethin kind of lyricalBiggie the bastard, sadats kind of spiritualWell in God we trust, guns I bustGot that disgustin, sewer style dumpinAnd that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where youre goin toDo you like the things that I bring?{*rappin*} make an emcee wanna sing for a livinTake the beatdown we *****in givin, cmon mother*****erChorus[sadat x]What? niggaz want drama, puttin work on my blockWhen I told yall last week, that shit was too hotSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimesSomebody gon get paid, somebody block get sprayedReaction is delayed as yall run down the blockCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurtsHey yo biggie tell these niggaz ima hit em where it hurtsThe big city it dont spare no bodiesCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamisIm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo stoutsSeen five fat asses, passed this ***** with glassesHey yo money thats yo stock, yo bigs pass the glockIma tell him it can happen, dont play me with that rap shitLife is real, so biggie take the steelChorus[notorious b.i.g.]UhhI got seven mac-11s, about eight, .38sNine 9s, ten mac-10s, the shits never endYou cant touch my richesEven if you had mc hammer and them 357 *****esBiggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yachtThe two weed spots, the two hot glocksHah, thats how I got the weed spotI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspreadLil gotti got the shotty to your bodySo dont resist, or you might miss christmasI tote guns, I make number runsI give emcees the runs drippin;When I throw my clip in the a.k., I slay from far awayEverybody hit the d-e-c-kMy slow flows remarkablePeace to matteoNow we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the llelloThats crazy blunts, mad lsMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcellsOh my God Im droppin shit like a pigeonI hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christeningSo you better grab your pistolCause if you sit still, Im gonna make your *****in shit spillAnd Im talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?Sadat said ***** it, you got a gun, nigga bust itCause I got mo shots to pop-yaBig pop-pa, breakin you off somethin properSignin off is the hardcore rap singerA.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime niggaChorus
