Come on !

Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G] The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up (Right?) The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga And it was on from there The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him (What what did the rest of his niggas do?) Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything Them niggas was packin burners Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit) Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh huh) Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes (Uh huh) It was just comin out like a motherfucker (Right) The nigga amped be like come on COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!! [Hook] Come on, motherfuckеrs, come on Come on, motherfuckеrs, 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 [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] 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! [Hook] 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