文本歌词

N***a was motherf**kin HYPED UP
N***a just grabbed the n***a snuffed the n***a
And it was on from there
The motherf**ker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
What what did the rest of his n***az do
Man the motherf**kers was just ready for anything
Them n***az was packin burners
Them n***az was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes
N***az was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherf**ker
The n***a amped be like COME ON COME ON MOTHERf**kER
Come on motherf**kers come on
Man what you f**k doin over here
Are you awake now
Hell yah I'm awake man
Now tell me what the f**k is goin on here
Looks like the competition stopped by
To pay us a little visit and check us out
Let's go deep into the phrase beautiful sunrays
Off the baldhead everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
Watch it Slim hey Dad place yo' bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six one-oh-eight one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey Biggie I understand you're from Brooklyn
With 22's in your shoes yo keep the shank ready
Uhhh well why not blow up the spot with Sadat
Release the BRAINSTORM to make your motherf**kin BRAIN WARM
A strange form somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well In God We Trust guns I bust
Got that disgustin sewer style dumpin
Do you knowwwwww where you're goin to
Do you like the things that I bring
Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we f**kin givin c'mon motherf**ker
What n***az want drama puttin work on my block
When I told y'all last week that s**t was too hot
Sellin pieces and treys cuts my dimes
Somebody gon' get paid somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block
Caught one in your chest your breath come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these n***az I'ma 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***h with glasses
Hey yo money that's yo' stock yo Bigs pass the glock
I'ma tell him it can happen don't play me with that rap s**t
Life is real so Biggie take the steel
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11's about eight 38's
Nine 9's ten Mac-10's the s**ts 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 w**d spots the two hot glocks
HAH that's how I got the w**d 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 w**d 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 s**t 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**kin s**t spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets why did I have to do it
Sadat said f**k 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 n***a