[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Motherf**er hyped up
n***a just grabbed a n***a and snuffed a n***a
And it was on.. nothing stopping him boy
(What did the rest of them n***as do)
Them motherf**ers was ready for anything
Them n***as was packing burners, n***as ready to fight with them
n***as doing what they had to do homes
n***as on the real flip mode homes
Like come on, come on, motherf**ers
[Hook]
Come on, motherf**ers, come on (x4)
[Verse 1]
Release the brainstorm to make your motherf**ing brain warm
A strange form, something kind of lyrical
Biggie the ba*tard, 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?-
[Verse 2]
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
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 sh** like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your f**ing sh** spill
And I'm talking '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 Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time n***a
[Hook]
Come on, motherf**ers, come on (x4)
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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 now, f** the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
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
[Hook]
Come on, Come on motherf**ers
Come on, motherf**ers, come on (x2)
(yeah)
Come on, motherf**ers, come on (x2)
[Verse 5]
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
50-shot clip if a n***a want test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherf**ing helicopter
That's why I pack a Nina, f** a misdeameanor
Beating motherf**ers like Ike beat Tina
[Verse 6:Clark Kent]
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
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While n***as flirt I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators
You want to see the inside, I see you later
Oh, that's that n***a with the fake, blaow
Why you punch me in my face, stay in your place
Play your position, here come my intuition
Go in this n***a pocket, rob him while his friends watching
And hoes clocking, 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 rolled with them, stole with them
I mean loyalty, n***as bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, bu*ter crunch
[Verse 7:Clark Kent]
I had enough heart for most of them
Long as I got stuff from most of them
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**ing b**hes ain't my homegirls now
Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing
Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my Niñas
From gym cla**, to English pa** off a global
The only n***a with a mobile can't you see like Total
Getting larger in waists and tastes
Ain't no telling where this felon is heading, just in case
Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
[Verse 8:Clark Kent]
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began to encounter with my counterparts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes, others use injections
Syringe sold separately Frank the Deputy
Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing
To protect my position, my corner, my lair
While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer
Take a better stand
Put money in my mom's hand
Get my daughter this college grant so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase sky's the limit
[Hook]
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
(biggie smalls)
Have what you want
Be what you want
Motherf**er