Biggie Smalls feat. Thomas the Tank Engine

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Motherfucka was amped (Uh huh) The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up (Right?) The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga And it was on from there The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him (What, what did the rest of his niggas do?) Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything Them niggas was packin burners Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit) Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh huh) Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes (Uh huh) It was just comin out like a motherfucker (Right) The nigga amped be like come on Come on motherfucker [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on (Yeah) Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Release the brainstorm To make your motherfuckin' 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 And that uh, do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things that I bring? You might also like Sprinter Dave & Central Cee Barbie Girl Aqua K-POP Travis Scott, Bad Bunny & The Weeknd [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's Nine nines, 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 Hah, 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 drippin' 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 droppin' shit 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 fuckin shit spill And I'm talkin 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, breakin you off somethin proper Signin off is the hardcore rap singer A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin' about the gats in ya raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin' Maybe I'm dreaming This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with B.I.G. and Heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Niggas saying, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas acting shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] The funk, baby All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' 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 Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again (Huh) 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-ass 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 bitches sucking dick The funk, baby The funk, baby [Instrumental Bridge] [Bridge] Come on, come on motherfuckers [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on (Yeah) Come on, motherfuckers, come on Come on, motherfuckers, come on [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] You know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack the nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] A nigga 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 (Uh) While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators (Uh) You want to see the inside? Ha, I'll see you later Oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition (Uh, uh huh) Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin' That hoes clockin', here comes respect His crew's your crew, they might be next Look at they man eye, big man, they never try We roll wit em, stole wit em I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch I had 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 fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class to Inglés pass off a global The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total Gettin larger in waist and taste Ain't no telling where this felon is headin, just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste 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 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 moms hand Get my daughter this college plan, 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" See you chumps on top [Chorus 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Have what you want, be what you want Motherfucker