Lyrics Thomas the Dank Engine - Lil Memer

Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, (woo!)

I got seven Mac 11s, about eight ′38s
Nine '9s, ten Mac 10s, the shit never ends
You can′t touch my richs
Even if you have MC Hammer and them 357 bitches

Biggie Smalls, a millionaire, a mansion and a yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Ha! that's how I got the weed spot
Shot dead in the head, took the bread and the landspread

Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don′t resist or you′ll might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MC's 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 the weed

Like Tona Montano sniff the lieiio, thats crazy blunts; mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I′m dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smackin′ babies at the Christening

So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your shit spill
And I′m talking ′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' of you something proper

Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
A .K.A. the crack slinger
Bring it anytime, nigga!

Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers
Come on, motherfuckers