- Song Name: Come On
- Artist Name: Notorious B.I.G.
- Album: Born Again
- Songwriters: C. Aznavour, Christopher Wallace, D Black, G Goffin, M Masser, R Gall, R Hall
- Release Date: 1999.12.07
- Label: Bad Boy Entertainment
LYRICS FOR "Come On"
Motherfuckin' was at
Nigga just grabbed the nigga
From there the m*********** there wasn't nuttin' stoppin' him
What what did the rest of his niggaz do?
Man the m************ was just ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin' burners them niggaz was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes niggaz was on the real flip out holmes
It was just comin' out like a m***********
The nigga amped be like come on
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Let's go deep into the phrase
Off the bald head
Biggie me put on this joint so I'm a be the big wheel
Watch it Slim
Peace to one-oh-six
Hey Biggie
With 22's in your shoes
Well
Release the brain storm
A strange form
Sadat's kind of spiritual eell
Got that disgustin'
Do you know
Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin'
Take the beat down we f*****' givin'
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
What? Niggaz want drama
When I told y'all last week that s*** was too hot
Sellin' pieces and treys
Somebody gonna get paid
Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest
Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'm a hit 'em where it hurts
The big city it don't spare no bodies call me Papichulo
To all the Spanish Mamis I'm about ten blunts down
Drank three or fo' stouts seen five fat asses
Passed this b**** with glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock
I'm a tell him it can happen
Life is real
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
I got seven Mac-11's
Nine 9's
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b******
Biggie Smalls
The two weed spots
That's how I got the weed spot
Took the bread and the land spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist
I tote guns
When I throw my clip in the A.K.
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
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God
I hope you're listenin'
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
And I'm talkin' bout buckets
Sadat said f*** it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa
Signin' off is the hardcore rap singer
A K A crack slinger
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
Come on m************
I love to see s*** like that
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