Notorious BIG feat. Sadat X - Come On Chords
Tempo:
87.65 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
A
C
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up.
This nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga, and it was on from there.
The motherfucker knew there was nothing stopping him.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
Man, the motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packing burgers.
The niggas was ready to fight whatever they had to do at home.
The niggas was on the real football.
They was going out with the motherfuckers.
The nigga was everything.
Come on!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Yeah.
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 deep into the rays.
Feel the sun rays off his forehead.
Everything is real big.
He put me on this thing, so I'ma be big.
Watch this thing.
Hey, Dad, place your bet on seven.
Pitch to 106, 108, 110, 100.
Hey, Big, I understand [B] you're from Brooklyn with 22s in your shoes.
Yo, keep the strength up, man.
Well, [Em] why not blow up the slot, Cunt Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm.
A strange form, something kind of lyrical.
Biggie the Bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual.
Well, in God we trust.
None of us got that disgusting, suicidal thumping that I do.
You know where you're going to.
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC want to sing for a living.
Check the beat down, we fucking giving.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
[B] [Em] What?
Niggas want drama, putting work on my block.
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot.
Selling pizzas and trays, cuss my dime.
Somebody don't get paid, somebody block and spray.
Reaction is delayed as you run down the block.
I went in your chest, your breath come in spurts.
Hey, yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'm going to hit them where it hurts.
The big city, it don't spare nobody.
Call me Papi Tulo, to all the Spanish mommas.
I'm about 10 blunts down, drank three or four stouts, seen five fat asses.
Pass this bitch with glasses, and yo money, that's your stock.
Yo, bitch, pass the clock, I'm going to tell them it can happen.
Don't play me with that rap shit.
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.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
10 Mac 11's, about 8's, 38's, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, 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
glocks, [C] that's how I got the weed spot.
I shot Dred [F#] in the head, took the bread and [Em] 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 MC's the runs dripping.
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away.
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K.
[G#m] My slow flow's remarkable, peace to [Dm] Mateo.
Now we smoke [Em] weed like Tony Montana sniffing Gayo.
That's crazy blunts, mad L's, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cell.
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon.
I hope you're listening, smacking babies that they christening.
So you better grab your pistol, cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shits fill.
And I'm talking about buckets, why did I have to do it?
So Doc said, fuck it, you got a gun, nigga, bust it.
Cause I got more shots to pop, ya big popper.
Breaking your own something proper.
Signing off, this the hardcore [B] rap singer, AKA track [E] slinger.
Bring it anytime, nigga.
[Em] 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] [A] I love to see shit like that.
[N]
This nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga, and it was on from there.
The motherfucker knew there was nothing stopping him.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
Man, the motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packing burgers.
The niggas was ready to fight whatever they had to do at home.
The niggas was on the real football.
They was going out with the motherfuckers.
The nigga was everything.
Come on!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Yeah.
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 deep into the rays.
Feel the sun rays off his forehead.
Everything is real big.
He put me on this thing, so I'ma be big.
Watch this thing.
Hey, Dad, place your bet on seven.
Pitch to 106, 108, 110, 100.
Hey, Big, I understand [B] you're from Brooklyn with 22s in your shoes.
Yo, keep the strength up, man.
Well, [Em] why not blow up the slot, Cunt Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm.
A strange form, something kind of lyrical.
Biggie the Bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual.
Well, in God we trust.
None of us got that disgusting, suicidal thumping that I do.
You know where you're going to.
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC want to sing for a living.
Check the beat down, we fucking giving.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
[B] [Em] What?
Niggas want drama, putting work on my block.
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot.
Selling pizzas and trays, cuss my dime.
Somebody don't get paid, somebody block and spray.
Reaction is delayed as you run down the block.
I went in your chest, your breath come in spurts.
Hey, yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'm going to hit them where it hurts.
The big city, it don't spare nobody.
Call me Papi Tulo, to all the Spanish mommas.
I'm about 10 blunts down, drank three or four stouts, seen five fat asses.
Pass this bitch with glasses, and yo money, that's your stock.
Yo, bitch, pass the clock, I'm going to tell them it can happen.
Don't play me with that rap shit.
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.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
10 Mac 11's, about 8's, 38's, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, 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
glocks, [C] that's how I got the weed spot.
I shot Dred [F#] in the head, took the bread and [Em] 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 MC's the runs dripping.
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away.
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K.
[G#m] My slow flow's remarkable, peace to [Dm] Mateo.
Now we smoke [Em] weed like Tony Montana sniffing Gayo.
That's crazy blunts, mad L's, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cell.
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon.
I hope you're listening, smacking babies that they christening.
So you better grab your pistol, cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shits fill.
And I'm talking about buckets, why did I have to do it?
So Doc said, fuck it, you got a gun, nigga, bust it.
Cause I got more shots to pop, ya big popper.
Breaking your own something proper.
Signing off, this the hardcore [B] rap singer, AKA track [E] slinger.
Bring it anytime, nigga.
[Em] 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] [A] I love to see shit like that.
[N]
Key:
Em
B
A
C
F#
Em
B
A
Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up.
This nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga, and it was on from there.
The motherfucker knew there was nothing stopping him.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
Man, the motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packing burgers.
The niggas was ready to fight whatever they had to do at home.
The niggas was on the real football.
They was going out with the motherfuckers.
The nigga was everything.
Come on!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Yeah.
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 deep into the rays.
Feel the sun rays off his forehead.
Everything is real big.
He put me on this thing, so I'ma be big.
Watch this thing.
Hey, Dad, place your bet on seven.
Pitch to 106, 108, 110, 100.
Hey, Big, I understand [B] you're from Brooklyn with 22s in your shoes.
Yo, keep the strength up, man.
Well, [Em] why not blow up the slot, Cunt Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm.
A strange form, something kind of lyrical.
Biggie the Bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual.
Well, in God we trust.
None of us got that disgusting, suicidal thumping that I do.
You know where you're going to.
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC want to sing for a living.
Check the beat down, we fucking giving.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, _ _ motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
[B] _ _ _ [Em] What?
Niggas want drama, putting work on my block.
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot.
Selling pizzas and trays, cuss my dime.
Somebody don't get paid, somebody block and spray.
Reaction is delayed as you run down the block.
I went in your chest, your breath come in spurts.
Hey, yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'm going to hit them where it hurts.
The big city, it don't spare nobody.
Call me Papi Tulo, to all the Spanish mommas.
I'm about 10 blunts down, drank three or four stouts, seen five fat asses.
Pass this bitch with glasses, and yo money, that's your stock.
Yo, bitch, pass the clock, I'm going to tell them it can happen.
Don't play me with that rap shit.
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.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
10 Mac 11's, about 8's, 38's, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, 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
glocks, [C] that's how I got the weed spot.
I shot Dred [F#] in the head, took the bread and [Em] 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 MC's the runs dripping.
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away.
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K.
[G#m] My slow flow's remarkable, peace to [Dm] Mateo.
Now we smoke [Em] weed like Tony Montana sniffing Gayo.
That's crazy blunts, mad L's, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cell.
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon.
I hope you're listening, smacking babies that they christening.
So you better grab your pistol, cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shits fill.
And I'm talking about buckets, why did I have to do it?
So Doc said, fuck it, you got a gun, nigga, bust it.
Cause I got more shots to pop, ya big popper.
Breaking your own something proper.
Signing off, this the hardcore [B] rap singer, AKA track [E] slinger.
Bring it anytime, nigga.
[Em] 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] _ [A] I love to see shit like that.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
This nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga, and it was on from there.
The motherfucker knew there was nothing stopping him.
What did the rest of his niggas do?
Man, the motherfuckers was ready for anything.
The niggas was packing burgers.
The niggas was ready to fight whatever they had to do at home.
The niggas was on the real football.
They was going out with the motherfuckers.
The nigga was everything.
Come on!
Come on, motherfuckers!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on!
Yeah.
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 deep into the rays.
Feel the sun rays off his forehead.
Everything is real big.
He put me on this thing, so I'ma be big.
Watch this thing.
Hey, Dad, place your bet on seven.
Pitch to 106, 108, 110, 100.
Hey, Big, I understand [B] you're from Brooklyn with 22s in your shoes.
Yo, keep the strength up, man.
Well, [Em] why not blow up the slot, Cunt Sadat?
Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm.
A strange form, something kind of lyrical.
Biggie the Bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual.
Well, in God we trust.
None of us got that disgusting, suicidal thumping that I do.
You know where you're going to.
Do you like the things that I bring?
Make an MC want to sing for a living.
Check the beat down, we fucking giving.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, _ _ motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on, motherfuckers.
Come on.
[B] _ _ _ [Em] What?
Niggas want drama, putting work on my block.
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot.
Selling pizzas and trays, cuss my dime.
Somebody don't get paid, somebody block and spray.
Reaction is delayed as you run down the block.
I went in your chest, your breath come in spurts.
Hey, yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'm going to hit them where it hurts.
The big city, it don't spare nobody.
Call me Papi Tulo, to all the Spanish mommas.
I'm about 10 blunts down, drank three or four stouts, seen five fat asses.
Pass this bitch with glasses, and yo money, that's your stock.
Yo, bitch, pass the clock, I'm going to tell them it can happen.
Don't play me with that rap shit.
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.
Motherfuckers, come on.
Motherfuckers, come on.
10 Mac 11's, about 8's, 38's, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, 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
glocks, [C] that's how I got the weed spot.
I shot Dred [F#] in the head, took the bread and [Em] 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 MC's the runs dripping.
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away.
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K.
[G#m] My slow flow's remarkable, peace to [Dm] Mateo.
Now we smoke [Em] weed like Tony Montana sniffing Gayo.
That's crazy blunts, mad L's, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cell.
Oh my God, I'm dropping shit like a pigeon.
I hope you're listening, smacking babies that they christening.
So you better grab your pistol, cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shits fill.
And I'm talking about buckets, why did I have to do it?
So Doc said, fuck it, you got a gun, nigga, bust it.
Cause I got more shots to pop, ya big popper.
Breaking your own something proper.
Signing off, this the hardcore [B] rap singer, AKA track [E] slinger.
Bring it anytime, nigga.
[Em] 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] _ [A] I love to see shit like that.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _