(feat. Sadat X)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP  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 niggaz do?)  Man the motherfuckers 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 flipout holmes  It was just comin out like a motherfucker  The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!    [Chorus: repeat 8X]    Come on motherfuckers, come on    [samples play over second half of chorus]  "Man what you fuck doin over here?"  "Are you awake now?"  "Hell yah I'm awake man;  now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"  "Looks like the competition stopped by  to pay us a little visit, and check us out"    [Sadat X]  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    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat  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 uhh [singin] do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to  Do you like the things that I bring?  [rappin] Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin  Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker    [Chorus]    [Sadat X]  What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block  when I told y'all last week, that shit 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 niggaz 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 bitch 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 shit  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel    [Chorus]    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Uhh  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  HAH, that's how I got the weed 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 weed 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 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 Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer  a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga    [Chorus]