Lirik Lagu Come On - Notorious B.I.G. F/ Sadat X
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[Notorious B.I.G.]Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UPNigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the niggaand it was on from thereThe motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him(What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anythingThem niggaz was packin burnersThem niggaz was ready to fightwhatever we had to do holmesNiggaz was on the real flipout holmesIt was just comin out like a motherfuckerThe nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!
Chorus: repeat 8X
Come on motherfuckers, come on
[samples play over second half of chorus]"Man what you fuck doin over here?""Are you awake now?""Hell yah I'm awake man;now tell me what the fuck is goin on here""Looks like the competition stopped byto pay us a little visit, and check us out"
[Sadat X]Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunraysoff the baldhead, everything is realBiggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheelWatch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on sevenPeace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventhHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklynwith 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with SadatRelease the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARMA strange form, somethin kind of lyricalBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritualWell "In God We Trust", guns I bustGot that disgustin, sewer style dumpinand that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you're goin toDo you like the things that I bring?{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livinTake the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
Chorus
[Sadat X]What?Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my blockwhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hotSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimesSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayedReaction is delayed as y'all run down the blockCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurtsHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurtsThe big city it don't spare no bodiesCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamisI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stoutsSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glassesHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glockI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shitLife is real, so Biggie take the steel
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]UhhI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38'sNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never endYou can't touch my richesEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitchesBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yachtThe two weed spots, the two hot glocksHAH, that's how I got the weed spotI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspreadLil' Gotti got the shotty to your bodySo don't resist, or you might miss ChristmasI tote guns, I make number runsI give emcees the runs drippin;when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far awayEverybody hit the D-E-C-KMy slow flows remarkablePeace to MatteoNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llelloThat's crazy blunts, mad L'sMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcellsOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeonI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christeningSo you better grab your pistolcause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spillAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust itCause I got mo' shots to pop-yaBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin properSignin off is the hardcore rap singera.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga
Chorus
Chorus: repeat 8X
Come on motherfuckers, come on
[samples play over second half of chorus]"Man what you fuck doin over here?""Are you awake now?""Hell yah I'm awake man;now tell me what the fuck is goin on here""Looks like the competition stopped byto pay us a little visit, and check us out"
[Sadat X]Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunraysoff the baldhead, everything is realBiggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheelWatch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on sevenPeace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventhHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklynwith 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with SadatRelease the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARMA strange form, somethin kind of lyricalBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritualWell "In God We Trust", guns I bustGot that disgustin, sewer style dumpinand that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you're goin toDo you like the things that I bring?{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livinTake the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker
Chorus
[Sadat X]What?Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my blockwhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hotSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimesSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayedReaction is delayed as y'all run down the blockCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurtsHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurtsThe big city it don't spare no bodiesCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamisI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stoutsSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glassesHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glockI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shitLife is real, so Biggie take the steel
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]UhhI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38'sNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never endYou can't touch my richesEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitchesBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yachtThe two weed spots, the two hot glocksHAH, that's how I got the weed spotI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspreadLil' Gotti got the shotty to your bodySo don't resist, or you might miss ChristmasI tote guns, I make number runsI give emcees the runs drippin;when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far awayEverybody hit the D-E-C-KMy slow flows remarkablePeace to MatteoNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llelloThat's crazy blunts, mad L'sMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcellsOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeonI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christeningSo you better grab your pistolcause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spillAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust itCause I got mo' shots to pop-yaBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin properSignin off is the hardcore rap singera.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga
Chorus
