Clark Kent - Thomas the Dank Engine lyrics

[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