Come On
The Notorious B.I.G. aka Biggie Smalls 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

The above lyrics are from The Notorious B.I.G.'s song "Come On" that was released in 1995. In the first verse of the song, B.I.G. describes a violent incident where a person attacked someone and his friends were ready to fight and carry guns. Then Biggie continues on to call for people to come on as a sign of challenges to be faced. The second verse is a collaboration of Biggie and Sadat X where they both encourage listeners to listen to their rhymes which are unique and can make listeners feel the sunshine on their foreheads. They want to keep the vibe going and show everyone how good they are as rhymers, especially against their competition.


The song starts with a sample from "Synthetic Substitution" by Melvin Bliss. It was released in 1973.


The song samples the opening lyric “I’m coming” of Come on, Come over” by Jaco Pastorius featuring Sam and Dave.


The line “Niggas on the real flip mode homes” might be a reference to the record label Flipmode Entertainment which was founded in 1995, the same year this song was released.


The line “Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn” is a reference to B.I.G.’s hometown Brooklyn.


The line “With .22s in your shoes” is a reference to B.I.G.’s past when he hid a gun in his sneaker while he sold drugs.


The song was produced by Easy Mo Bee who also produced several other hits for Biggie.


The song was intended to be on the soundtrack of the film ‘New Jersey Drive’ but ended up not making it to the final cut.


The song was one of the first collaborations of Biggie and Sadat X, who is a member of the hip hop group brand Nubian.


The song is a classic example of early '90s East Coast hip hop, with the beat being driven by samples from '70s soul and funk music.


The song became one of the most popular tracks on Biggie’s album "Ready to Die" and helped to solidify his place as a leading rapper at the time.


The chords for the song are not known as it is a rap song and does not typically use chords, but rather a beat and samples.


Line by Line Meaning

The motherfucker was amped
He was highly energized and ready to act.


Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up
He was extremely excited and ready to do something.


The nigga just grabbed a nigga, snuffed a nigga
He physically attacked someone without warning.


And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes
The violence continued without any opposition from him or his crew.


Man, them motherfuckers was ready for anything
His crew was prepared for any situation that may arise.


Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them
They had firearms and were willing to use them to fight.


Whatever they had to do homes
They were willing to do anything necessary to achieve their goals.


Niggas on the real flip mode holmes
They were in a state of heightened alertness and readiness to take action.


Niggas coming out like a motherfucker
They were taking swift, decisive action without hesitation.


Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers
They were impatient and eager for something to happen.


Come on, motherfuckers, come on
He was taunting his enemies to engage in battle.


Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays
He is encouraging listeners to analyze and appreciate his lyrics.


Off the forehead, everything is real
He is feeling genuine and authentic in his lyrics.


Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel
He wants to make a significant contribution as a featured artist on this song.


Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven
He is using gambling metaphors to describe his confidence and ability to succeed.


Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th
He is giving nods to specific neighborhoods and streets in his community.


Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
He is reminding listeners where he comes from and representing his city.


With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking
He is emphasizing the importance of being armed and ready for anything.


Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
He is suggesting collaborating with another artist to make something great.


Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm
He is urging listeners to engage their minds and think deeply about their actions.


A strange form, something kind of lyrical
He is describing the unique and creative nature of his music.


Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
He puts his faith in a higher power, but also acknowledges using firearms to achieve his goals.


Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
He is describing the violent and brutal nature of his attacks.


And, uh, do you know where you're going to?
He is questioning the direction of his life and urging listeners to reflect on their own journeys.


Do you like the things that I bring?
He is asking if his listeners appreciate his music and message.


Make an MC wanna sing for a living
He is suggesting that his music is so good it will inspire other artists to pursue music.


Take the beatdown we fucking giving
He is warning his enemies to accept the consequences of their actions.


C'mon, motherfucker!
He is taunting his enemies to engage him in battle.


What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block
He is reacting to violence happening in his neighborhood and on his streets.


When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
He had previously warned others that the situation in his community was becoming dangerous.


Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
He is losing money on his drug sales due to other violent activity in the area.


Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed
He is describing the vicious cycle of violence brought on by financial disputes.


Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block
He knows his enemies are scared and running away from him.


Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
He has shot someone and is describing the physical effects of being shot.


Ay yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts
He is targeting his enemies emotionally and psychologically as well as physically.


The Big City, it don't spare no bodies
The urban environment is unforgiving and brutal.


Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis
He is flirting with and trying to impress Spanish women.


I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts
He is high on drugs and possibly alcohol.


Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
He has noticed several attractive women.


Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock
He reminds listeners that having cash makes them powerful and encourages women to arm themselves as well.


I'ma tell them, 'It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit'
He is warning others not to underestimate his capabilities and skills as a hip-hop artist.


Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
He is acknowledging the harsh realities of life and taking up arms to protect himself.


I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
He has amassed a collection of firearms and is ready for anything.


Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
He will always have access to guns and is confident in his ability to stay ahead of his enemies.


You can't touch my riches
He is confident in his wealth and power.


Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
His riches and power are insurmountable, even by other famous and wealthy individuals.


Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
He is describing the lifestyle he has achieved through his success as a rapper.


The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
He has established control over the drug trade in his community and is heavily armed.


Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
He obtained control of the drug trade through his wealth and physical power.


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
One of his associates is armed with a shotgun and ready to shoot.


So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
He is threatening to kill others, emphasizing the importance of compliance and submission.


I tote guns, I make number runs
He is comfortable carrying guns and involved in illegal activity related to drugs or weapons.


I give MCs the runs dripping
He is so good at rapping that he makes other artists feel inferior and inadequate.


When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
He is highly proficient in using firearms and can kill from a distance.


Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
He is urging everyone to drop to the ground and take cover from gunfire.


My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
He is proud of his unmatched rapping skills and giving a shoutout to a friend or associate named Matteo.


Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
He enjoys smoking marijuana and comparing himself to the infamous drug dealer Tony Montana from the movie Scarface.


That's crazy blunts, mad L's
He is smoking a lot of large-sized marijuana cigars and cigarette papers.


My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
His rapping skills are so good they resonate throughout the community, even in jail.


Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
He is releasing his best raps with force and speed, like a pigeon dropping waste from the air.


I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
He is confident that his music will reach and impact people, even at significant life events.


So you better grab your pistol
He is urging his enemies to arm themselves before facing him.


'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
He is warning listeners that he will violently attack those who do not fight back.


And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
He is referring to killing someone and feeling regret or remorse.


Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
He is saying that, even if other people tell him not to use a gun, he will if necessary.


'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
He has ample ammunition and is willing to use it on his enemies.


Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
He is confident in his ability to perform and entertain as a successful rapper.


Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
He is ending his song by declaring himself to be a talented and skilled rapper.


AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
He is warning his enemies that he is a dangerous drug dealer and will respond to threats with violence.




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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