🎵 Come On // by The Notorious B.I.G.

70 ContributorsCome On Lyrics The original version of this song was produced by Lord Finesse in 1993 but never saw a proper release. It eventually appeared remixed on the posthumous 1999 album Born Again. Sadat’s opinion on which… Read More  [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Motherfucker was amped! (Uh-huh) Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up! (Right?) The nigga just grabbed a nigga, snuffed a nigga And it was on from there, the motherfucker– It wasn't nothin' stoppin' him! (Wait, what did the rest of his niggas do?) Man, the motherfucker was just ready for anything Them niggas was packin' burners Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit!) Whatever they had to do, holmes, (Uh-huh...) Niggas was on the real Flip Mahomes,(Uh-huh...) It was just comin' out like a motherfucker! (Aight) The nigga was amped, he was like, "Come on! Come on, motherfucker!" [Chorus] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, 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'ma 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 .22's in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat? Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm A strange form, something kind of lyrical Biggie the bastard, 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 fucking giving C'mon, motherfucker! [Chorus] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 3: Sadat X] What? Niggas want drama, puttin' work on my block When I told y'all last week that shit 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 Ayo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma 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 asses, passed this bitch with glasses Hey, yo, money, that's your stock, yo, bitch, pass the Glock I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit" Life is real, so Biggie take the steel [Chorus] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them .357 bitches 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 MC's 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 Mateo 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 shit 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 fucking shit spill And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said "fuck it"; you got a gun, nigga, 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, nigga [Chorus] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on