Come On lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. / Diddy]

Motherfucker was amped (Uh huh)

The nigga was motherfucking hyped up (Right?)

The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga

And it was on from there

The motherfucker there wasn't nothing stopping him

(What, what did the rest of his niggers do?)

Man, the motherfuckers was just ready for anything

Them niggers was packing burners

Them niggers was ready to fight (Oh, shit)

Whatever we had to do, holmes (Uh huh)

Niggers was on the real flipmode, holmes (Uh huh)

It was just coming out like a motherfucker (Right)

The nigga amped be like, come on

Come on, 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

[Verse 1: Sadat X]

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'mma 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

[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

[Verse 3: Sadat X]

What? Niggers 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 you run down the block

Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts

Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggers I'mma hit them 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'mma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit"

Life is real, so Biggie take the steel

[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 4: 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 their 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 more shots to pop ya

Big Popper, 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