C'mon, man
My hood, my rules, my spot, my block
I come from the place where you cock a Glock
My grindin, my lines, my ice heart
I'ma dodin' shots and I'm grindin' hard
Brownsville
Droppin' some rhymes, my life's on the line
I'ma hustla and I'ma keep on the grind
I've been walkin' this block for a long time
I've been talkin' about it, yea nigga, explicit lines
Simple niggas on the grind
I don't mind if I'ma grow old in this spot
Muhfucka, for sure you ain't no mind
I'm growin' up and I'm on my own
I'm practical man and my heart's cold as an icestone
Why they askin' me how I do my thang?
I ain't no gon' tell you anythin' 'bout my grand
Nobody know nothin' 'bout my memories
I'll be here in my hood waitin' on my enemies
Yea, oh Lord
I ain't down and I'll be in Brownsville forevermore
My hood, my rules, my spot, my block
I come from the place where you cock a Glock
My grindin, my lines, my ice heart
I'ma dodin' shots and I'm grindin' hard
Brownsville
Droppin' some rhymes, my life's on the line
I'ma hustla and I'ma keep on the grind
Nigga, for sure you know I'm from NY
And now all I got left my rep and sharp lines
Muhfucka, I don't know if I'm still on the grind
And you care? Fuck that, nigga, I ain't no mind
I ain't no politician tryna strut in public, man
And I'm splatterin' ink on the paper like a few, man
I'm from NY, nigga, it feelin' repetitive in this line?
Nobody care 'bout the niggas that ain't got no shine
But I got the shit everybody wanna get
Yea, everybody wanna get that shit I wanna get
My hood, my rules, my spot, my block
I come from the place where you cock a Glock
My grindin, my lines, my ice heart
I'ma dodin' shots and I'm grindin' hard
Brownsville
Droppin' some rhymes, my life's on the line
I'ma hustla and I'ma keep on the grind
Man, I seen some things you wouldn't wanna see
Same hustle, same old shit
I did some things some niggas didn't wanna do
That's what I always wanted
Talkin' 'bout what my gun do
We don't know if we'll be here for a long time
Damn, let me get back to my grind
My hood, my rules, my spot, my block
I come from the place where you cock a Glock
My grindin, my lines, my ice heart
I'ma dodin' shots and I'm grindin' hard
Brownsville
Droppin' some rhymes, my life's on the line
I'ma hustla and I'ma keep on the grind
Yea, man
Let me keep doin' my thang
Nah, I ain't sellin' my soul
Fuck it if you bustin' shots (yea)
I'ma keep makin' my paper and I'ma gunnin' back, muhfucka
Biggie Down
