[Talk 1: Come On]
n***a was motherf**in hyped up
n***a just grabbed the n***a, snuffed the n***a
And it was on from there
The motherf**er there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his n***as do?)
Man the motherf**ers was just ready for anything
Them n***as was packin burners
Them n***as was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes
n***as was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherf**er
The n***a amped be like come on
COME ON MOTHERfu*kER!!!
[Sing 1: Come On]
Come on motherf**ers, come on (4x)
[Rap 1: Come On]
Release the brainstorm
To make your motherf**in' brain warm
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the ba*tard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
And that uhh (singing) do you knowwwwww
Where you're goin to
Do you like the things that I bring?
[Music 1: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]
[Rap 2: Come On]
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the sh**s never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b**hes
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 sh** 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 sh** spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said f** it, you got a gun, n***a 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
[Sing 2: Come On]
Come on motherf**ers, come on (4x)
[Music 2: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]
[Rap 3: Machine Gun Funk]
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let n***as know
That if you f** with big-and-heavy
I get up in that a** like a wedgie
n***as saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
Left the d** alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for n***as acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll k** you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you n***as like chocolates
The funk, baby
[Rap 4: Machine Gun Funk]
All I want is b**hes, big-booty b**hes
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From staying in my business, what is this, relentless
Approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
16 shots for my n***as in the pen
Until we motherf**ing meet again
I'm doing rhymes
Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous-a** crackers in the *blue suits*
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and b**hes s**ing dick
The funk, baby
The funk, baby
[Music 3: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]
[Talk 2: Come On]
Come on, COME ON MOTHERfu*kER!!!
[Sing 2: Come On]
Come on motherf**ers, come on (4x)
[Rap 5: Machine Gun Funk]
You know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked b**hes on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a n***a wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherf**in helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, f** a misdeameanor
Beatin motherf**ers like Ike beat Tina
[Rap 6: Sky's The Limit]
A n***a never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While n***as flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Oh, that's that n***a wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this n***a pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin
That hoes clockin, here comes respect
His crew's your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man they never try
So we roll wid em, stole wid em
I mean loyalty, n***as bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, bu*tercrunch
[Rap 7: Sky's The Limit]
I have enough heart for most of em
Long as I got stuff from most of em
It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across
They depicted me the boss, of course
My orange box-cutter make the world go round
Plus I'm f**in, b**hes ain't my homegirls now
Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas
From gym cla**, to Engla**, pa** off a global
The only n***a wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total
Gettin larger in waist and taste
Ain't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in case
Keep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear da space
Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste
[Rap 8: Sky's The Limit]
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts
I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections
Drugs by the selection
Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions
Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy
Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missin
To protect my position, my corner, my layer
While we out here, say the hustlas prayer
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya heart's in it
And live the phrase Sky's The Limit
...see you chumps on top
[Sing 3: Sky's The Limit]
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
(4x)
[Talk 2: Come On]
Motherf**er