Norkkom - Biggie Smalls vs Thomas the Tank Engine (Thomas the Dank Engine) lyrics

Motherfucka was amped (Uh, huh)
The nigga was motherfuckin hyped up (Right?)
The nigga just grabbed the nigga
Snuffed the nigga and it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasn't
Nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggas do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just
Ready for anything
Them niggas was packin burners
Them niggas was ready to fight (Oh shit)
Whatever we had to do holmes (Uh, huh)
Niggas was on the real flipmo' holmes
(Uh, huh)
It was just comin out like a motherfucker
(Right) the nigga amped be like come on
Come on motherfucker!
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on (yeah)
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, 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?

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten 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
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 AK
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' shit 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 fuckin shit spill
And I'm 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
Aka 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 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 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
It's a miracle!" left the drugs alone
Took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's 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
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 niggas in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' 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-ass crackers in the blue suit's
I'll make you prove that it's 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 (yeah)
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
That's 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 (Uh, huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays (Uh)
While niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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
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 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 fuckin
Bitches ain't 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
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 shell at the tip of your melon
Clear the space
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 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 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

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