Come On

<br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP<br>Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga<br>and it was on from there<br>The motherfucker there wasn`t nuttin stoppin him<br> (What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)<br>Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything<br>Them niggaz was packin burners<br>Them niggaz was ready to fight<br>whatever we had to do holmes<br>Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes<br>It was just comin out like a motherfucker<br>The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!<br><br>Chorus: repeat 8X<br><br>Come on motherfuckers, come on<br><br>[samples play over second half of chorus]<br>"Man what you fuck doin over here?"<br> "Are you awake now?"<br>"Hell yah I`m awake man;<br> now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"<br> "Looks like the competition stopped by<br> to pay us a little visit, and check us out"<br><br>[Sadat X]<br>Let`s go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays<br>off the baldhead, everything is real<br>Biggie me put on this joint so I`ma be the big wheel<br>Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo` bet on seven<br>Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh<br>Hey Biggie, I understand you`re from Brooklyn<br>with 22`s in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat<br>Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM<br>A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical<br>Biggie the bastard, Sadat`s kind of spiritual<br>Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust<br>Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin<br>and that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you`re goin to<br>Do you like the things that I bring?<br>{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin<br>Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c`mon motherfucker<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Sadat X]<br>What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block<br>when I told y`all last week, that shit was too hot<br>Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes<br>Somebody gon` get paid, somebody block get sprayed<br>Reaction is delayed as y`all run down the block<br>Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts<br>Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I`ma hit em where it hurts<br>The big city it don`t spare no bodies<br>Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis<br>I`m about ten blunts down, drank three or fo` stouts<br>Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses<br>Hey yo money that`s yo` stock, yo Bigs pass the glock<br>I`ma tell him it can happen, don`t play me with that rap shit<br>Life is real, so Biggie take the steel<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhh<br>I got seven Mac-11`s, about eight, .38`s<br>Nine 9`s, ten Mac-10`s, the shits never end<br>You can`t touch my riches<br>Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches<br>Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht<br>The two weed spots, the two hot glocks<br>HAH, that`s how I got the weed spot<br>I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread<br>Lil` Gotti got the shotty to your body<br>So don`t resist, or you might miss Christmas<br>I tote guns, I make number runs<br>I give emcees the runs drippin;<br>when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away<br>Everybody hit the D-E-C-K<br>My slow flows remarkable<br>Peace to Matteo<br>Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello<br>That`s crazy blunts, mad L`s<br>My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells<br>Oh my God I`m droppin shit like a pigeon<br>I hope you`re listenin, smackin babies at they christening<br>So you better grab your pistol<br>cause if you sit still, I`m gonna make your fuckin shit spill<br>And I`m talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?<br>Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it<br>Cause I got mo` shots to pop-ya<br>Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper<br>Signin off is the hardcore rap singer<br>a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga<br><br>Chorus