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norkkom - biggie smalls vs thomas the tank engine (thomas the dank engine) lyrics

[intro: biggie (diddy)]
motherf-cka was amped (uh huh)
the n-gga was motherf-ckin hyped up (right?)
the n-gga just grabbed the n-gga, snuffed the n-gga
and it was on from there
the motherf-cker there wasn’t nuttin stoppin him
(what what did the rest of his n-ggas do?)
man the motherf-ckers was just ready for anything
them n-ggas was packin burners
them n-ggas was ready to fight (oh sh-t)
whatever we had to do holmes (uh huh)
n-ggas was on the real flipmo’ holmes (uh huh)
it was just comin out like a motherf-cker (right)
the n-gga amped be like come on
come on motherf-cker!!!

[hook: come on]
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on (yeah)
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on

[verse 1: come on, biggie singing]
release the brainstorm
to make your motherf-ckin’ brain warm
a strange form, somethin’ kind of lyrical
biggie the b-st-rd, sadat’s kind of spiritual
well “in god we trust”, guns i bust
got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
and that uh, do you know where you’re goin to?
do you like the things that i bring?

[music 1: thomas the tank engine theme]

[verse 2: come on]
i got seven mac-11’s, about eight, .38’s
nine 9’s, ten mac-10’s, the sh-ts never end
you can’t touch my riches
even if you had mc hammer and them 357 b-tches
biggie smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
the two weed spots, the two hot glocks
hah, 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 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
that’s crazy blunts, mad l’s
my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
oh my god i’m droppin’ sh-t like a pigeon
i hope you’re listenin, smackin babies at they christening
so you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, i’m gonna make your f-ckin sh-t spill
and i’m talkin bout buckets, why did i have to do it?
sadat said f-ck it, you got a gun, n-gga 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

[hook: come on]
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on

[music 2: thomas the tank engine theme]

[verse 3: machine gun funk]
so you wanna be hardcore?
with your hat to the back
talkin’ about the gats in ya raps
but i can’t feel that hardcore appeal that you’re screamin’
maybe i’m dreaming
this ain’t christopher williams
still some mc’s gotta feel one, caps i gotta peel some
to let n-ggas know – that if you f-ck with big-and-heavy
i get up in that -ss like a wedgie
n-ggas saying: “biggie off the street, it’s a miracle!”
left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
just for n-ggas acting shifty
sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll k!ll you quicker
especially when i’m drunk off the liquor
smoking blunts by the boxes, packing glocks
it’s natural to eat you n-ggas like chocolates
the funk, baby

[rap 4: machine gun funk]
all i want is b-tches, big-booty b-tches
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 i’m broke or not
just ’cause i joke and smoke a lot
don’t mean i don’t tote the glock
sixteen shots for my n-ggas in the pen
until we motherf-ckin’ meet again (huh)
i’m doing rhymes
cause i’m knee-deep in the beats
in the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats
for the jackers, the jealous–ss crackers in the -blue suits-
i’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof
hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
i got gin, mad blunts, and b-tches sucking d-ck
the funk, baby

the funk, baby

[music 3: thomas the tank engine theme]

[break: come on]
come on, come on motherf-cker!!!

[hook: come on]
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on (yeah)
come on, motherf-ckers, come on
come on, motherf-ckers, come on

[rap 5: machine gun funk]
you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
how i smoke funk, smacked b-tches on the backside
bed-stuy, the place where my head rests
fifty shot clip if a n-gga wan’ test
the rocket launcher, biggie stomped ya
high as a motherf-ckin helicopter
that’s why i pack the nina, f-ck a misdeameanor
beatin motherf-ckers like ike beat tina

[rap 6: sky’s the limit]
a n-gga 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 (uh-huh)
the one i wore on mondays and wednesdays (uh)
while n-ggas flirt, i’m sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators (uh)
you want to see the inside? ha, i’ll see you later
oh, that’s that n-gga wit the fake, blaow!
why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
play ya position, here come my intuition (uh, uh huh)
go in this n-gga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin’
that hoes clockin’, here comes respect
his crew’s 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, n-ggas bought me milks at lunch
the milks was chocolate, the cookies, b-tter crunch

[rap 7: sky’s the limit]
i had enough heart for most of em
long as i got stuff from most of em
it’s 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 i’m f-ckin, b-tches ain’t my homegirls now
start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin
nickname medina, make the seniors tote my ninas
from gym cl-ss to inglés p-ss off a global
the only n-gga wit a mobile, can’t you see like total
gettin larger in waist and taste
ain’t no telling where this felon is headin, just in case
keep a sh-ll at the tip of your melon, clear the sp-ce
your brain was a terrible thing to waste
after realizin, to master enterprisin
i ain’t 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 d-ck 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 don’t need no man
stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart’s in it
and live the phrase “sky’s the limit”
…see you chumps on top

[chorus: 112, biggie; sky’s the limit]
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
motherf-cker

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