Come on
DJ Sane720 And Dantana Presents Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

The motherfucker was amped
The guy was extremely hyped up

Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up
The guy was really excited

The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga
He grabbed someone and punched them

And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes
Once he started, he couldn't be stopped

(What the rest of his niggas do?)
What did his friends do?

Man, them motherfuckers was ready for anything
His friends were prepared for anything

Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
They had guns and were ready to fight

Whatever they had to do homes
They were willing to do whatever it takes

Niggas on the real flip mode holmes
They were really excited and hyped up

Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
They were coming out fast and strong

Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers
They were excited and impatient, saying come on

Come on, motherfuckers, come on
They were urging others to join in

Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
Let's really analyze and understand the situation

Off the forehead, everything is real
It's clear and honest

Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
Biggie helped me get on this song, so I'll make the most of it

Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
Let's see how it goes, take a chance on it

Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
Greetings to different neighborhoods

Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
I know you're from Brooklyn, Biggie

With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
You're always prepared, let's keep the momentum going

Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Why not collaborate with Sadat and make a big impact?

Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
Have a creative burst of ideas to get excited and motivated

A strange form, something kind of lyrical
Something unique and poetic

Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Biggie is bold and Sadat is more spiritual

Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
I believe in God and use guns

Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
I have a rough, dirty style

And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
Do you have a plan for your future?

Do you like the things that I bring?
Do you like what I'm saying?

Make an MC wanna sing for a living
I make other rappers feel inferior and want to quit

Take the beatdown we fucking giving
Withstand the harsh words I'm saying

C'mon, motherfucker!
Come on, let's do this!

What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
People are causing trouble on my street

When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
I warned you guys a week ago that things were heating up

Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
I sell small quantities of drugs and make little money

Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
If I don't get paid, someone will get shot

Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block
People are slow to react as you run away

Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
You got shot in the chest and can't breathe properly

Ay yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts
Biggie, I'm going to get them where it counts

The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
The city is unforgiving

Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
Spanish women call me daddy

I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts
I've smoked a lot of marijuana and had a few alcoholic drinks

Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
I saw five attractive women, but ignored one with glasses

Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
Your money is your power, woman, give me the gun

I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit"
I'll warn them that I'm serious about my music

Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
Life is serious, so Biggie carries a gun for protection

I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
I have several weapons, including MAC-11s and .38s

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
And many more, I have a lot of guns

You can't touch my riches
You can't take my wealth

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Even if you had MC Hammer and his friends, you couldn't get to my riches

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
Biggie is rich, with a mansion and yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
He also has two drug-selling spots and two guns

Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
That's how he obtained one of the drug-selling locations

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
He killed someone and took their money and food

Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
His friend Lil' Gotti has a shotgun aimed at you

So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
Don't resist or you might get killed

I tote guns, I make number runs
I carry guns and make drug deliveries

I give MCs the runs dripping
I make other rappers afraid and intimidated

When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
When I use my weapon, I can kill from a distance

Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
Everyone hit the ground

My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
He has a distinct, impressive style

Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
Now he smokes weed and does cocaine

That's crazy blunts, mad L's
He smokes a lot of marijuana and has many cigars

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
His voice is heard everywhere, even in jail

Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
He's releasing music frequently

I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
He hopes people are paying attention, even when they're at a christening

So you better grab your pistol
You better be prepared to defend yourself

'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
If you don't do anything, he'll hurt you badly

And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
He's talking about a lot of blood, and he's wondering why he had to resort to violence

Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Sadat encouraged him to use his gun

'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
He has more bullets to shoot

Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
He's giving you something good

Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
He's ending the song as a hardcore rapper

AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
Also known as a drug dealer, he's ready for anything anytime