• 																					[Notorious B.I.G.]
    Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
    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 niggaz do?)
    Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
    Them niggaz was packin burners
    Them niggaz was ready to fight
    whatever we had to do holmes
    Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
    It was just comin out like a motherfucker
    The 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 by
    to pay us a little visit, and check us out"

    [Sadat X]
    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

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat
    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 uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to
    Do you like the things that I bring?
    {*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
    Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker

    Chorus

    [Sadat X]
    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 hurts
    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 bitch 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

    Chorus

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    Uhh
    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
    HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
    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 drippin;
    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 weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
    That's crazy blunts, mad L's
    My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
    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 Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
    Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
    a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

    Chorus

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