The Notorious B.I.G. Come On (featuring Sadat X) Lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.]
n____ was m_________in HYPED UP
n____ just grabbed the n____, snuffed the n____
and it was on from there
The m_________er there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his n____z do?)
Man the m_________ers was just ready for anything
Them n____z was packin burners
Them n____z was ready to fight
whatever we had to do holmes
n____z was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a m_________er
The n____ amped be like COME ON, COME ON m_________ER!!

Chorus: repeat 8X

Come on m_________ers, come on

[samples play over second half of chorus]
"Man what you f___ doin over here?"
"Are you awake now?"
"Hell yah I'm awake man;
now tell me what the f___ 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 m_________in BRAIN WARM
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the b______, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
Do you like the things that I bring?
{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we f___in givin, c'mon m_________er

Chorus

[Sadat X]
What? n____z want drama, puttin work on my block
when I told y'all last week, that s___ 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 n____z 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 a__es, passed this b____ 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 s___
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 s___s never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b____es
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 s___ 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 f___in s___ spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said f___ it, you got a gun, n____ 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 n____

Chorus