text: 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