Come On
DJ Tuniziano & The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics


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The motherfucker was amped
Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up
The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga
And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes
(What the rest of his niggas do?)
Man, them motherfuckers was ready for anything
Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
Whatever they had to do homes
Niggas on the real flip mode holmes
Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers

Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
Off the forehead, everything is real
Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking

Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
A strange form, something kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC wanna sing for a living
Take the beatdown we fucking giving
C'mon, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Ay yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts
The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit"
Life is real, so Biggie take the steel

Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
You can't 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
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
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 MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, 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 yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking '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 Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga

Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on




Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

Overall Meaning

These lyrics are from DJ Tuniziano and The Notorious B.I.G.'s song "Come On." The song depicts a group of aggressive and hyped individuals who are ready to take on anything that comes their way. The first verse narrates a story about an individual who was so amped that he just grabbed someone and started fighting with them, without stopping. The rest of the group was also ready for anything and had weapons tucked in their clothes. The chorus of the song "Come on, motherfuckers, come on" highlights the aggressive and confrontational nature of these individuals.


The second verse changes the perspective to highlight the collaboration between Biggie and Sadat X, both rappers from Brooklyn. The lyrics mention the streets they come from, the guns they carry, and the music they produce. The verse also plays around with wordplay, rhyming "lyrical" with "spiritual," and "disgusting" with "dumping." The chorus is repeated after the verse, again emphasizing the confrontational nature of the song.


The third and final verse talks about selling drugs, getting into fights, and using guns to protect oneself. Biggie mentions how he has several guns and has shot someone before. He also boasts about his wealth, which includes a mansion, a yacht, and weed spots. The verse again features Biggie's trademark wordplay, with rhymes like "MC Hammer and them 357 bitches" and "Tony Montana sniff the yayo." The song ends with Biggie signing off as the "hardcore rap singer," aka "crack slinger."


Line by Line Meaning

The motherfucker was amped
The guy was super excited and ready to go


Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up
He was so pumped up and ready to act


The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga
He physically assaulted someone instantly, with no warning or provocation


And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes
The violence began and there was no stopping or slowing down


(What the rest of his niggas do?)
What did the other guys in his crew do?


Man, them motherfuckers was ready for anything
The other guys were fully prepared to handle whatever came their way


Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
They were carrying guns and prepared to engage in violent confrontation


Whatever they had to do homes
They were willing to do whatever it took to accomplish their goals


Niggas on the real flip mode holmes
Their behavior was unpredictable and erratic


Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
They were emerging in large numbers with intense energy


Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers
They were impatient and eager to act, shouting out for their friends to join them


Come on, motherfuckers, come on
They were urging others to join in on the action and take action themselves


Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
Let's take a closer look at the lyrics and try to understand them on a deeper level


Off the forehead, everything is real
The truth of the world is staring us right in the face


Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
Biggie invited me to contribute to this song, so I'm going to take a leading role


Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
Watch as everything unfolds, take a chance and place a bet on your luck


Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
Respect and greetings to the various streets and neighborhoods mentioned


Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
Addressing Biggie, acknowledging that he's from Brooklyn


With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
Referring to Biggie's history and skills, jokingly told to keep the momentum of the song going


Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Why not take this to the next level and collaborate with Sadat X?


Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
Use your imagination and creative abilities powerfully to enhance the message and impact of the song


A strange form, something kind of lyrical
The song has an unusual format but still retains its lyrical quality


Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Biggie has a rough edge while Sadat has a more philosophical and spiritual approach to rap


Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Having faith in God but also acknowledging the need for violence and weaponry


Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
Engaging in violent behavior that is deplorable and gross


And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
Do you have a clear direction or plan for your life?


Do you like the things that I bring?
Are you enjoying the content of this song?


Make an MC wanna sing for a living
This song is so good it makes other rappers want to pursue a career in music


Take the beatdown we fucking giving
Take this punishment we're dishing out in the song


C'mon, motherfucker!
An exclamation of encouragement or challenge to others


What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
There are people causing trouble and violence in his neighborhood


When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
He warned others previously that this was going to happen


Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
Selling smaller amounts of drugs is reducing his profits


Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
If someone doesn't get paid, violence will ensue and someone's neighborhood will be shot up


Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block
The response to violence is slow and ineffective as people try to escape


Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Someone got shot in the chest and is having trouble breathing


Ay yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts
Biggie is telling others to spread the message that he is going to retaliate and hurt those who wrong him


The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
The city is brutal and doesn't spare anyone from its violence and hardship


Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
Referring to himself as a sexy Latin man to appeal to the Hispanic women in the city


I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts
He is high from smoking a lot of marijuana and drinking beer


Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
He has seen five curvaceous women and ignored another woman wearing glasses


Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
Don't worry about money, focus on your firepower, women must hand over their guns


I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit"
He is warning others not to mess with him because he is dangerous and capable of violence


Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
Life is harsh and violent, so Biggie carries a gun for protection


I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Listing the types and quantity of guns he owns


Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
He has so many guns, it feels like the list is never-ending


You can't touch my riches
His wealth and success are untouchable


Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Even if MC Hammer and his group had guns, he would still be unstoppable


Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
Referring to Biggie's wealth and luxurious lifestyle


The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Referring to two locations where he sells marijuana and two guns he owns


Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
He used violence to take over the location where he now sells marijuana


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


Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
Another member of the crew, Lil' Gotti, has a shotgun and will use it on anyone who crosses them


So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
Don't fight back or you might die before Christmas time


I tote guns, I make number runs
I carry guns and I transport and sell drugs


I give MCs the runs dripping
His music is so intense, it can make other rappers feel nervous or uncomfortable


When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
When he loads his gun and begins shooting, he can kill from a long distance


Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
Get down on the ground for safety


My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
His slower-paced, more thoughtful rapping style is noteworthy and he shouts out a friend named Matteo


Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
Now they smoke marijuana a lot like Tony Montana does cocaine


That's crazy blunts, mad L's
They smoke a lot of marijuana and take a lot of hits


My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
His voice and message are so powerful it can be heard in many places, from the streets to prisons


Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I'm dropping amazing lyrics like a bird dropping feces


I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
He hopes people are paying attention because he is making powerful statements, even interrupting a child's baptism


So you better grab your pistol
He's warning people to be prepared to defend themselves


'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
If you don't act or resist, you will get hurt or killed


And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
He's referring to doing violent things that lead to blood and death, questioning why he does it


Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Sadat X gave him approval to use violence, so he did exactly that


'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
He's not done yet, he has more bullets and more violence to come


Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Referring to himself as Big Poppa and delivering powerful, impactful lyrics


Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
He's signing off and concluding the song, having delivered a hardcore rap performance


AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
Referring to himself as a drug dealer and challenging anyone to try and come take him down




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: CHARLES AZNAVOUR, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, DON BLACK, GERRY GOFFIN, MICHAEL MASSER, ROBERT GALL, ROBERT A HALL

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