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Plastik Joy Lyrics

Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
The person described was very excited and energetic.

Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga and it was on from there
The person described physically attacked someone, and the situation quickly escalated into a violent altercation.

The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
The person described was unstoppable and uncontrollable.

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!
The group of people involved in the altercation were armed and prepared to do whatever it took to win, including engaging in a physical fight. The person described was encouraging the others to continue fighting.

Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on
The person described is egging on the others to continue fighting, using vulgar language to encourage them.

"Man what you fuck doin over here?" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Are you awake now?" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Hell yah I'm awake man; now tell me what the fuck is goin on here" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Looks like the competition stopped by to pay us a little visit, and check us out" Come on motherfuckers, come on
In the midst of the altercation, someone questions why the group is there, and the person described continues to encourage the others in vulgar language, asking if they are awake and demanding to know what is happening.

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
The singer changes in this section, and the lyrics become more abstract. The person raps about the beauty of nature and the reality of existence, before mentioning Biggie Smalls and offering him an opportunity to be the leader of the group. The lyrics then veer into nonsensical references to numbers, geography, and Biggie's hometown of Brooklyn, alongside a warning to be prepared.

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, 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 fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
The artist begins by suggesting they attack someone named Sadat, and continues with a series of nonsensical, rhyming lines that reference weapons, spirituality, and a call to recognize the artist's power and influence in making music.

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 hurts 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 bitch 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
The artist returns to explicit references to violence and drug sales on their block, with a warning that someone will pay the price for their actions. They describe a scene of running and shooting, before returning to boastful references to their own drug use and sexual encounters. The artist urges Biggie to be prepared for violence because life is dangerous.

Uhh 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 HAH, that's 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 don't 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 That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells 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 fuckin shit spill And I'm 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
The artist continues to boast about their wealth and violent tendencies, listing off various weapons they own and referencing their ability to control drug sales. They describe a specific act of violence in which they shoot someone and take their money. The lyrics then veer into nonsense before returning to more boasts about violence and drug use. The artist urges anyone listening to be prepared for violence, because they are ready and willing to engage in it.

Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on "Man what you fuck doin over here?" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Are you awake now?" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Hell yah I'm awake man; now tell me what the fuck is goin on here" Come on motherfuckers, come on "Looks like the competition stopped by to pay us a little visit, and check us out" Come on motherfuckers, come on
The song ends by repeating the same lines as before, with the person described still encouraging the others to fight in vulgar language. The lyrics end with a conversation about the motivations of the competition who visited the group.