Notorious B.I.G - Come On Chords

Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up.
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, slumped the nigga,
and it was off.
Yeah, the motherfucker pulled, wasn't nothin' to stop him.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
The motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packin' burgers, the niggas was ready to fight
whatever the ass do, the hoes.
The niggas was on the real drip, my hoes.
The niggas was everythin'.
He's like, come on, come on, motherfucker!
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!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Let's go, G for two for three.
It was sun rays off the forehead.
Everything is real big, he put me on the swings.
So I'ma be big, I just been.
Hey, Dad, place your bet on seven.
Pitch to 106, 108, 110, 111.
Hey, Big, I understand [B] your feelings.
I'ma go from rugglin' with 22s in your [G] shoes.
Yo, keep the swing.
Well, [Em] why not blow out the spot, bro?
Sadaq, release the brainstorm
to make your motherfuckin' brain warm.
A strange form, somethin' kinda lyrical.
Biggie the bastard, Sadaq's kinda spiritual.
Well, in broad, we trust.
Guns are bust, not that disgusting.
So what's that somethin' that I do?
Do you know where you're goin' to?
Do you like the [F] things that [Em] I bring?
Make your MC wanna sing for a living.
Take the beat down, we fuckin' givin'.
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.
Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
[B] Come on, [Em] motherfuckers, come on.
What?
Niggas want drama,
puttin' work on our block.
When I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot.
Sellin' hoos and trays, cuss my dime.
Somebody don't get paid,
somebody block and spray.
Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block.
I went in your chest, the rough cum is first.
Ayo, Biggie, tell these niggas
I'ma hit them where it hurts.
The big city, it won't spare nobody.
Call me Bobby Trullo, to all the Spanish mommas.
I'm about ten bucks down.
Drank three or four stouts, seen five fat asses.
Pass this bitch with classes.
For your money, that's your stock.
Yo, bitch, pass the clock, I'ma tell them it can happen.
Don't play me with that absent.
Life is real, so Biggie, take it still.
Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
I got seven Mac 11s, about eight.
38s, nine nines, ten Mac 10s.
The shit's 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 blocks.
That's how I got the weed spots.
I shot Dred in the head,
took the bread and the lamb spread.
Little body got the shotty to your body.
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas.
I tote guns, I make number runs.
I give MCs the rungs drippin'.
When I throw my clip in the AK,
I slay from far away.
Everybody hit the D-E [G#m]-C-K.
My slow flow's remarkable.
Peace to [C#] Mateo.
Now we smoke [Em] weed like Tony Montana sniff the A-O.
That's crazy blokes, mad elves.
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells.
[N] Oh my God, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon.
I hope you're listening.
Smacking babies that they [Em] christening.
So you better grab your pistol.
Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill.
And I'm talking about punk,
but then I have to do it.
So that's it, fuck it.
You got a gun, nigga, russ it.
Cause I got more shots to pop, you big popper.
Breaking your old stuff and crop up.
Southern Oak is the hardcore [B] rap singer,
AKA crack [D] slinger.
Bring it any time, [Em] nigga.
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 [B] on.
_ [A] _ _ [F] _ [F#] Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
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