Lyrics: Don Black/Notorious B.I.G./Charles Aznavour/Gerry Goffin/Robert Gall/Michael Masser/Robert A Hall
Music: Don Black/Notorious B.I.G./Charles Aznavour/Gerry Goffin/Robert Gall/Michael Masser/Robert A Hall
The nigga amped be like COME ON COME ON MOTHER****ER!
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
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Let's go deep into the phrase beautiful sunrays
Off the baldhead everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma 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 you're from Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes yo keep the shank ready
Uhhh well why not blow up the spot with Sadat
Release the BRAINSTORM to make your mother****in BRAIN WARM
A strange form somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "in god we trust" guns I bust
Got that disgustin sewer style dumpin
And that uhh do you knowwwwww where you're goin to
Do you like the things that I bring
Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we ****in givin c'mon mother****er
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
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What niggaz want drama puttin work on my block
When I told y'all 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 y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest your breath come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurt
The big city it don't spare no bodies
Call me papichulo to all the spanish mamis
I'm about ten blunts down drank three or fo' stouts
Seen five fat asses passed this b***h with glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock yo Bigs pass the glock
I'ma tell him it can happen don't play me with that rap shit
Life is real so Biggie take the steel
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
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I got seven Mac-11's about eight .38's
Nine 9's ten Mac-10's the shit s never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b*****s
Biggie Smalls the millionaire the mansion the yacht
The two **** spots the two hot glock
HAH that's how I got the **** spo
I shot dread in the head took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drip pin
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 shit like
Tony Montana sniff the yayo that's crazy blunts mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm droppin' shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin' smackin' babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol'
Cause if you sit still I'm gonna make your ****in' shit spill
And I'm talkin' bout buckets why did I have to do it
Sadat said **** 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
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on
Come on mother****ers come on