Big D The Impossible - Biggie Smalls feat. Thomas the Tank Engine lyrics

[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