Come On (feat. Sadat X) [2005 Remaster]

作词 : Don Black/Notorious B.I.G./Charles Aznavour/Gerry Goffin/Robert Gall/Michael Masser/Robert A Hall

作曲 : Don Black/Notorious B.I.G./Charles Aznavour/Gerry Goffin/Robert Gall/Michael Masser/Robert A Hall

The nigga amped be like COME ON COME ON MOTHER****ER!

Come on mother****ers come on

Come on mother****ers come on

Come on mother****ers come on

Come on mother****ers come on

Come on mother****ers come on

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Let's go deep into the phrase beautiful sunrays

Off the baldhead everything is real

Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel

Watch it Slim hey Dad place yo' bet on seven

Peace to one-oh-six one-oh-eight one-to-the-hundred-eleventh

Hey Biggie I understand you're from Brooklyn

With 22's in your shoes yo keep the shank ready

Uhhh well why not blow up the spot with Sadat

Release the BRAINSTORM to make your mother****in 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 uhh do you knowwwwww where you're goin to

Do you like the things that I bring

Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin

Take the beatdown we ****in givin c'mon mother****er

Come on mother****ers come on

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What niggaz want drama puttin work on my block

When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot

Sellin pieces and treys cuts my dimes

Somebody gon' get paid somebody block get sprayed

Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block

Caught one in your chest your breath come in spurts

Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurt

The big city it don't spare no bodies

Call me papichulo to all the spanish mamis

I'm about ten blunts down drank three or fo' stouts

Seen five fat asses passed this b***h with glasses

Hey yo money that's yo' stock yo Bigs pass the glock

I'ma tell him it can happen don't play me with that rap shit

Life is real so Biggie take the steel

Come on mother****ers come on

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I got seven Mac-11's about eight .38's

Nine 9's ten Mac-10's the shit s never end

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b*****s

Biggie Smalls the millionaire the mansion the yacht

The two **** spots the two hot glock

HAH that's how I got the **** spo

I shot dread in the head took the bread and the landspread

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 emcees the runs drip pin

When I throw my clip in the A.K. I slay from far away

Everybody hit the D E C K

My slow flows remarkable

Peace to Matteo now we smoke shit 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 ****in' shit spill

And I'm talkin' bout buckets why did I have to do it

Sadat said **** it you got a gun nigga bust it

Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya

Big Pop-pa breakin' you off somethin' proper

Signin' off is the hardcore rap singer

A K A crack slinger bring it anytime nigga

Come on mother****ers come on

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