Come On

Come On
The Notorious B.I.G. vs. Thomas the Tank Engine 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 lyrics to The Notorious B.I.G. vs. Thomas the Tank Engine's song Come On are quite explicit and revolve around violence and aggression. The first set of lyrics is about a person who gets hyped up and goes on a violent rampage, with his friends backing him up, ready to fight and use weapons if necessary. This is a clear representation of gang culture and the glorification of violence.


The second set of lyrics is a collaboration between Notorious B.I.G. and Sadat X, and it talks about guns, drugs, and street life. The lyrics focus on Biggie's wealth and power, which he acquired through illegal means, such as selling drugs and committing violent crimes. This reinforces the idea that money and success can be obtained through unlawful activities.


Overall, the song portrays the harsh realities of life on the street, where violence and crime are a part of everyday existence. The lyrics are raw and explicit, but they also give us an insight into the culture of gang violence and the glorification of illegal activities.


Line by Line Meaning

Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
He was extremely energetic and aggressive


Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
He physically attacked the person


and it was on from there
It escalated into a full-blown altercation


The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
He couldn't be stopped


Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
His friends were also prepared for any situation


Them niggaz was packin burners
They were carrying guns


Them niggaz was ready to fight
They were prepared to physically fight if necessary


whatever we had to do holmes
They were willing to do whatever was necessary


Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
They were extremely agitated and upset


It was just comin out like a motherfucker
Their emotions were overwhelming and intense


The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!
He was aggressively encouraging his friends to take action


Come on motherfuckers, come on
He continued to encourage them to act


"Man what you fuck doin over here?"
He asked an intruder why they were there


"Are you awake now?"
He asked someone if they were alert


"Hell yah I'm awake man;
The person confirmed they were alert and ready to listen


now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
They asked for an explanation of the situation


"Looks like the competition stopped by
He observed that a rival had come to visit


to pay us a little visit, and check us out"
The rival had come to investigate or intimidate


Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
The singer is transitioning into a different subject


off the baldhead, everything is real
They're describing the details of a scene, indicating the authenticity of their story


Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
Because Biggie gave them the opportunity to perform, they feel like they're the ones in charge


Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven
They're referencing a game of crabs, telling someone to bet on seven


Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
They're giving a shoutout to various street corners


Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn
The artist is addressing Biggie


with 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
They're making a reference to the type of shoes Biggie wears and advising him to keep a weapon on him


Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat
They're suggesting that they collaborate with Sadat X to create something great


Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM
They want to stimulate the listeners' intelligence and creativity


A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
They're describing their unique style and approach to rap


Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
They're pointing out the contrast between themselves and Sadat X and how it might work well together


Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
They're acknowledging God while also describing their willingness to use guns


Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
They're describing their rapping style in a graphic way


and that uhh do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to
They're questioning the listener's direction in life


Do you like the things that I bring?
They're asking the audience if they appreciate their style and content


Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
They're asserting that their style is so good, it inspires others to become rappers


Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
They're challenging someone to try to match their skills


What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
They're describing how people are trying to disrupt their neighborhood with violence


when I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot
They're reminding their friends that they warned them about the danger


Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
They're describing their involvement in a drug deal


Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed
They're acknowledging that someone will make money from the deal, but that there will also be violence


Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block
The artist is describing others trying to escape when they should be fighting back


Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
They're describing shooting someone in the chest and watching them struggle to breathe


Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts
They're telling Biggie to pass on a message to their enemies that they're going to be targeted


The big city it don't spare no bodies
The singer is acknowledging the dangerous nature of their urban environment


Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
The artist is calling himself a womanizer and trying to appeal to Spanish women


I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts
The artist is describing their intoxication


Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
They're making a disrespectful comment about women's appearances


Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock
The singer is asking to borrow Biggie's gun


I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit
They're warning someone not to underestimate their ability to act on their threats


Life is real, so Biggie take the steel
Because life is dangerous, Biggie should have a weapon on him


I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
The singer is listing the types and amount of guns they have


Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
They have even more guns than they initially reported


You can't touch my riches
The artist is telling listeners that their wealth is untouchable


Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
They're saying that even if a group of people were to come after them with guns, they couldn't take their riches


Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The singer is describing Biggie's success


The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
In addition to their other successes, Biggie also has two drug-dealing locations and two guns


HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
They're explaining how they acquired one of their businesses


I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
They're confessing to murder and theft


Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
They're introducing a new character who has a gun


So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
They're warning people not to fight back or they'll be killed


I tote guns, I make number runs
They're bragging about their gun use and their illegal activities


I give emcees the runs drippin;
They're saying their rhymes are so good that they make other rappers nervous or sick


when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
They're describing how effective they are when using a specific type of gun from long range


Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
They're instructing others to get down


My slow flows remarkable
They take pride in their slow, methodical rhyming style


Peace to Matteo
They're giving a shoutout to someone named Matteo


Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
They're referencing a scene from the movie Scarface, indicating their drug use


That's crazy blunts, mad L's
They are describing their outrageous, excessive drug consumption


My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
They've gained a reputation for their talented voice, both on and off the streets


Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
They're saying they're releasing a lot of material


I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
They're bragging about their dominance and control over others


So you better grab your pistol
They're challenging others to be ready to fight


cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
If someone doesn't defend themselves, they will be attacked and killed


And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
They're acknowledging their violent actions and questioning why they had to take those actions


Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
They're referencing a collaborator, Sadat X, and encouraging someone to use their gun


Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
They're saying they have more ammunition than their enemies


Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
They're introducing themselves as a powerful figure who will treat people well if they respect them


Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
They're signing off from their song, having proved that they're a tough, skilled rapper


a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga
They're describing themselves as both a skilled rapper and a drug dealer, challenging others to come at them anytime.




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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[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on (Yeah)
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 uh, do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things that I bring?

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine nines, 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 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 MC's the runs drippin'
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 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 Poppa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin'
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams
Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
To let niggas know that if you fuck with B.I.G. and Heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Niggas saying, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
The funk, baby
All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From stayin' in my business, what is this?
Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' meet again (Huh)
I'm doing rhymes
Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
The funk, baby
The funk, baby

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Bridge]
Come on, come on motherfuckers

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on (Yeah)
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on

[Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.]
You know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoke funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin' helicopter
That's why I pack the nina, fuck a misdemeanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

[Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.]
A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (Uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays (Uh)
While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators (Uh)
You want to see the inside? Ha, I'll see you later
Oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition (Uh, uh huh)
Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin'
That hoes clockin', here comes respect
His crew's your crew, they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
We roll wit em, stole wit em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch
I had enough heart for most of em
Long as I got stuff from most of em
It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across
They depicted me the boss, of course
My orange box-cutter make the world go round
Plus I'm fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls now
Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas
From gym class to Inglés pass off a global
The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total
Gettin larger in waist and taste
Ain't no telling where this felon is headin, just in case
Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections
Some use pipes, others use injections
Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy
Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing
To protect my position, my corner, my lair
While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer:
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, “Sky's the limit"
See you chumps on top

[Chorus 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Have what you want, be what you want
Motherfucker



@michaelswanton3336

Listen up you all, 'cause this is it
The beat that I'm bangin' is delicious

[Verse 1 - Fergie]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo.
You could see me, you can't squeeze me.
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy.
I got reasons why I tease 'em.
Boys just come and go like seasons.

[Hook 1]
Fergalicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous.
And if you were suspicious,
All that shit is fictitious.
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock.
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (it's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)
I'm Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

[Verse 2]
Fergalicious def-,
Fergalicious def-,
Fergalicious def- ["def" is echoing]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy.
They always claim they know me,
Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey, Stacy),
I'm the F to the E, R, G, the I, the E,
And can't no other lady put it down like me.

[Hook 2]
I'm Fergalicious (so delicious)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He's my witness (oh, wee)
I put yo' boy on rock, rock
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (it's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)
I'm Fergalicious (hold, hold, hold, hold, hold up, check it out)

[Vamp]
Baby, baby, baby,
If you really want me,
Honey get some patience.
Maybe then you'll get a taste.
I'll be tasty, tasty,
I'll be laced with lacey.
It's so tasty, tasty,
It'll make you crazy.

[Will I Am]
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fergie

[Rap - Fergie]
All the time I turn around brother's gather round always looking at me up and down looking at my (uh)
I just wanna say it now - I ain't trying to round up drama, little mama I don't wanna take your man.
And I know I'm coming off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it.
But I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele
'Cause they say she...

[Hook 3]
Delicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you were suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got)

Four, tres, two, uno.
My body stay vicious,
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness,
He's my witness (oh, wee).
I put yo' boy on rock, rock,
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty
It's so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Will I Am]
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the, E to the, L I C I O U S, to the
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the
D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the.....



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@Norkkom

Rest in peace Biggie, 20 years ago today.

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i love you so much

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rest in pepperoni

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Norkkom thats a while

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Norkkom rip

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rest in biggieroni

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Biggie putting the hood in "childhood"

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