Ben Allen - Come On lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] n***a was Motherf**in' hyped up n***a just grabbed a n***a and snuffed a n***a And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes (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 holmes n***as on the real flip mode holmes n***as coming out like a motherf**er n***as was ancy like come on, come on, motherf**ers [Hook] Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on [Verse 1: Sadat X] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays Off the forehead, everything is real Biggie put me on this joint, so I'mma be the big wheel Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat? 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? Make an MC wanna sing for a living Take the beatdown we f**ing giving C'mon, motherf**er! [Hook] Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on [Verse 3: Sadat X] What? n***as want drama, putting work on my block When I told y'all last week that sh** was too hot Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts Hey yo, Biggie, tell these n***as I'mma hit 'em where it hurts The Big City, it don't spare no bodies Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts Seen five fat a**es, pa**ed this b**h with gla**es Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo b**h, pa** the Glock I'mma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap sh**" Life is real, so Biggie take the steel [Hook] Come on, motherf**ers, come on (x8) [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Lambsbread 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 Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on Come on, motherf**ers, come on