Chords for Biggie Smalls feat. Thomas the Tank Engine

The motherfucker was at.
The nigga was motherfucking hyped up.
The nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga, and it was on from there.
The motherfucker, it wasn't nothing stopping him, homie.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
Man, the motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packing burners.
The niggas was ready to fight.
Whatever they had to do, homies.
The niggas was on the real flip, homies.
They was coming out like a motherfucker.
The nigga was at.
He was like, [Eb] come on!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] motherfuckers, come on!
[G] Come on, [F] motherfuckers, come on!
[Em] Come on, [Dm] motherfuckers, come on!
[C] Release the broom storm to make your motherfucking [Ab] brain warm.
A strange form, something kinda [Dm] lyrical.
Biggie the [G] bastard, the gots kinda [A] spiritual.
[Dm] Well, in [G] God we trust, none got blood.
[Eb] Got that disgusting, suicidal [Ab] something that I need.
You know [Fm] where you're [G] going to.
Do you like the [Gm] things that [Ab] I bring? _
_ [C] I got 7, like 11, but I'm 8, [Ab] 38, 9, 9, 10, Mac, 10, the [Dm] shit's never end.
You [G] can't touch my riches, [Dm] even if you had MC [G] Hammer and the [Bb] .357.
Biggie Smalls, the [Eb] millionaire, the [Ab] mansion, the yacht, the school weed spot, [Fm] the school hot [G] block.
That's how I got the [Gm] weed spot.
[Ab] I shot [N] Shred in the head, took the bread and the [C] lamb spread.
Little golly, that's the side of your [Ab] body, so don't resist or you might miss [Dm] Christmas.
I throw [G] guns, I make number [F] runs, I give [G] MCs the run flippin'.
When I throw my [Eb] clip in the AK, I slay them [Ab] far away.
Everybody hit the [F] [G] DECK.
My slow flow's [Gm] remarkable, [Ab] [G] you too must pay yo.
Now we smoke [C] weed like Tony Montana, Sister Yeyo.
That's crazy [Ab] blunts, mad Ls, my plexic cells from the [Ebm] avenue to [A] jail cells.
[Dm] Oh my [G] God, I drop your shit like a [Dm] pigeon.
I hope you're listening, [G] tracking babies that they [Eb] clippin' in.
So you better grab your pistol, cause [Ab] if you spit still, I'm gonna make your fucking [Fm] shit smell.
[Gm] And I'm talking about buckets, what do I have to [Ab] do with it?
Cause I got 7 buckets, you [G] got a gun [F] and a bucket.
Cause I [Bbm] got most shots to [Ab] pop your big mouth up, breaking your own stuff and [D] pop up.
Signing [Bm] off, this is the [Ab] hardcore rap singer, AKA Crack Springer, bring it in [Eb] town.
Come on, motherfuckers, come on.
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] motherfuckers, come on.
[G] Come on, [F] motherfuckers, come on.
[Em] Come on, [D] motherfuckers, come on.
[C] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Fm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Ab] _ [N] _
So you [C] wanna be hardcore with your hat to the [Ab] back, talking about the gaps in your raps.
But [Dm] I can't feel that [G] hardcore appeal that you're [Dm] screaming, maybe you're [G] dreaming.
This ain't [Bb] Christopher Williams, still some [Eb] MC got the [Ab] feel, what?
That's what I got the feel from.
[Fm] So [G] let niggas know, that if your fuck [Gm] was digging [Ab] heavy, I'd get [E] up in that ass like a wedgie.
[C] Niggas saying, B.B. on the street, it's a miracle.
[Ab] Left the drugs alone, left the drugs alone, [Dm] written.
Check for [G] niggas acting shifty.
[Dm] Sticks and stones, red [G] bones, gun to gather, kill your [Bb] liquor.
Especially when the front wall's the [Eb] liquor.
[Ab] Smoking drunk by the boxes, [Fm] packing rocks.
[G] Natural to eat your nigga like [Gm] chocolate.
[Ab] The front, baby.
[N] All [C] I want is bitches, big booty bitches.
[Ab] Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches.
Now [Dm] I pack cash to [G] stop all the snitches from [Dm] staying in my business.
What [G] is this?
Well, let the [Bb] front, to know if I'm broke.
But not [Eb] just cause I smoke, [Ab] I'm not dope.
Mean I don't talk the [Fm] plot.
[Gm] 15 [Bbm] shots for my niggas in the [Gm] pen, until [Ab] we [N] motherfucking meet again.
I'm doing [C] rhymes, I need you from the beat.
In the [Ab] land, truth or deep, with the mac and by the sneaks.
[Dm] For the jack, the [G] jealous ass crackers in the [A] blue suit.
[Dm] I make you [G] prove that it's fooling proof.
[Bbm] Hold your head, cause when they hit the bricks, [Eb] I got [Ab] gin, mad blood.
And bitches suckin' [Fm] dick.
The [G] front, baby.
_ The [Ab] front, baby. _
_ [G] _ [Bbm] _ Come on, [Ab] motherfucker. _
_ _ [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] Come on.
Come _
[C] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ on!
Come on, motherfucker!
[Eb] Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] motherfuckers, come on!
Yeah.
[G] Come on, [F] motherfuckers, come on!
[Em] Come on, [Dm] motherfuckers, come on!
You [C] know the story, you the right side, crack side.
How [Ab] I talk, bitch.
I teach you from the back side.
[Dm] Bed [G]-stock.
The place where my head's at.
[Dm] He shot Swift, but nigga [G] won't touch me.
The [Eb] rocket launcher.
He stomped ya.
I [Ab] am the motherfucking helicopter.
[Fm] That's why [G] I pack anina.
Fuck the [Gm] misdemeanor.
Keep [Ab] you motherfuckers like [Bb] Ike beat Pina.
[C] A nigga never bill as good as me.
I like [Ab] that.
When I was young, I had to pay a lease.
[Dm] Besides that, the pinstripes in [G] the grave.
The one I [Dm] wore on Mondays and [G] Wednesdays.
Why me the [Bb] flirt?
I'm throwing tigers on my shirt.
[Eb] And [Ab] alligators.
You wanna see the inside?
I'll [Gb] see you [G] later.
Oh, that's that nigga [Gm] with the [Ab] fake hair.
[E] Wow!
Why you punch me in my face?
Stay in [C] your place.
Play your position.
Look on my intuition.
[Ab] Go in this nigga pocket.
Rob him while his [Dm] friends watch it.
That whole [G] clock.
Here comes [Dm] respect.
This crew's your [G] crew.
They might be next.
[Bb] You get in there, ah!
Big [Eb] men, they never [Ab] try.
We roll with them.
Roll [Ab] with them.
I [G] mean, royals.
Niggas bring me milkshake [Gm] lunch.
We'll [Ab] milk you with chocolate.
With [N] cookies.
Butter crunchies.
[C] I had no heart for most of them.
Long as I [Ab] got stuck for most of them.
Slow.
Even when I [Dm] was wrong, I got my point [G] across.
They depicted me [Dm] the boss.
Of course.
[G] But all this box cutter make [Bb] the world go round.
Fuck them fucking bitches [Eb] at my home.
[Ab] They'll now start stacking.
[F] Down to the crack.
[Gm] Lunch [Bbm] package.
New name.
[Gm] Medina.
[Ab] Medicina.
Smoke my leaners.
From gym class to in-glass.
[C] Past all for global.
The only nigga with a mobile.
[Ab] Can't you see like Total?
You're enlarger in [Dm] ways than taste.
Ain't no [G] telling where this felon is headed.
[Dm] Just in case.
Keep a [G] shell at the tip [Bb] of your melon.
Clear the space.
The brain is a [Eb] terrible thing [Ab] to break.
After realizing.
[Fm] Fast [G] enterprise [Bbm] line.
Has to be screwed by [Gm] 10.
[Ab] I then began to encounter.
With my [C] counter.
Parts of how to burn the block apart.
[Ab] Break it down into sections.
Drugs by [Dm] these selections.
Some [G] use pipes.
Others [Dm] use injections.
To [G] rinse.
No separate leaf.
[Bbm] Like the deputy.
To grab my spit and [Eb] whistle.
Like my [Ab] dick is missing.
To protect my position.
My [G] corner.
My layer.
When we out [Gm] here.
[Ab] Play the hustler's prayers.
Take [Gb] a medicine.
[F] Put money in my [Bbm] mom's hand.
My [Ab] daughter.
This college plan.
So she don't need no [D] man.
Stay far from Timmy.
[Bm] Only men [Ab] moves when your heart's in it.
And live the [Ab] great.
Sky's the limit.
So you trumps on [C] top.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ You.
Keep on.
Just keep.
Pressuring on.
Sky.
Is the limit.
You know.
That you can.
What you want?
Be.
What you want.
Sky?
Is the limit.
Then you know.
That you keep on.
Just keep on.
Pressuring on.
Sky is the limit.
And you know.
That you can.
Add what you want.
Be with.
_ _ What you want. _