I Got 7 Mac 11S About 8 38S Lyrics

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Lyrics Details: I Got 7 Mac 11S About 8 38S Lyrics is sung by The Notorious B.I.G. and this song was released in December 7, 1999.

I Got 7 Mac 11S About 8 38S Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy)]
Motherf^^ka was amped (Uh huh)
The ni^^a was motherf^^kin hyped up (Right?)
The ni^^a just grabbed the ni^^a, snuffed the ni^^a
And it was on from there
The motherf^^ker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his ni^^as do?)
Man the motherf^^kers was just ready for anything
Them ni^^as was packin burners
Them ni^^as was ready to fight (Oh s^^t)
Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh huh)
ni^^as was on the real flipmo' holmes (Uh huh)
It was just comin out like a motherf^^ker (Right)
The ni^^a amped be like come on
COME ON MOTHERf^^kER!!!

[Hook]
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, 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 .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherf^^king 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 f^^king giving
C'mon, motherf^^ker!

[Hook]
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on

[Verse 3: Sadat X]
What? ni^^as want drama, putting work on my block
When I told y'all last week that s^^t 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
Hey yo, Biggie, tell these ni^^as 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 bi^^h with glasses
Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bi^^h, pass the Glock
I'ma tell them, "It can happen, don't play me with that rap s^^t"
Life is real, so Biggie take the steel

[Hook]
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, 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 s^^ts never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bi^^hes
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 MCs 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 s^^t 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 f^^king s^^t spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said f^^k it, you got a gun, ni^^a 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 ni^^a

[Hook]
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on
Come on, motherf^^kers, come on

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