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Song title: Notorious B.I.G. - Come On

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[notorious b.i.g.]
Nigga was motherfuckin hyped up
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
And it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasnt nuttin stoppin him
(what what did the rest of his niggaz do? )
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin burners
Them niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes
Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like come on, come on motherfucker!!

Chorus: repeat 8x

Come on motherfuckers, come on

[samples play over second half of chorus]
Man what you fuck doin over here?
Are you awake now?
Hell yah Im awake man;
Now tell me what the fuck is goin on here
Looks like the competition stopped by
To pay us a little visit, and check us out

[sadat x]
Lets go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
Off the baldhead, everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so ima be the big wheel
Watch it slim, hey dad, place yo bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey biggie, I understand youre from brooklyn
With 22s in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with sadat
Release the brainstorm, to make your motherfuckin brain warm
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, sadats kind of spiritual
Well in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
And that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where youre goin to
Do you like the things that I bring?
{*rappin*} make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, cmon motherfucker

Chorus

[sadat x]
What?  niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
When I told yall last week, that shit was too hot
Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gon get paid, somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as yall run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Hey yo biggie tell these niggaz ima hit em where it hurts
The big city it dont spare no bodies
Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
Im about ten blunts down, drank three or fo stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey yo money thats yo stock, yo bigs pass the glock
Ima tell him it can happen, dont play me with that rap shit
Life is real, so biggie take the steel

Chorus

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh
I got seven mac-11s, about eight, .38s
Nine 9s, ten mac-10s, the shits never end
You cant touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
Hah, thats how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil gotti got the shotty to your body
So dont resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
When I throw my clip in the a.k., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniff the llello
Thats crazy blunts, mad ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God Im droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And Im talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo shots to pop-ya
Big pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

Chorus