Motherfucka was amped 
The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up 
The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
And it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasnt nuttin stoppin him
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggas was packin burners
Them niggas was ready to fight 
Whatever we had to do holmes 
Niggas was on the real flipmo holmes 
It was just comin out like a motherfucker 
The nigga amped be 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
Release the brainstorm
To make your motherfuckin brain warm
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadats kind of spiritual
Well In God We Trust, guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
And that uh, do you know where youre goin to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
I got seven Mac-11s, about eight, .38s
Nine 9s, ten Mac-10s, the shits never end
You cant 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, thats 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 dont 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 yayo
Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God Im droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And Im 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
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin about the gats in ya raps
But I cant feel that hardcore appeal that youre screamin
Maybe Im dreaming
This aint Christopher Williams
Still some MCs gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some
To let niggas know - that if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Niggas saying: Biggie off the street, its a miracle!
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gatll kill you quicker
Especially when Im drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
Its natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
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 Im broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Dont mean I dont tote the Glock
Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet again 
Im doing rhymes
Cause Im 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
Ill make you prove that its 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
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
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
Thats why I pack the Nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
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 
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays 
While niggas flirt, Im sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators 
You want to see the inside? Ha, Ill see you later
Oh, thats that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition 
Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin
That hoes clockin, here comes respect
His crews 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
Its 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 Im fuckin, bitches aint 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, Cant You See like Total
Gettin larger in waist and taste
Aint 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 aint 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 dont need no man
Stay far from timid, only make moves when your hearts in it
And live the phrase Skys the limit
...see you chumps on top
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