Yea wassup homie
C'mon, man
I'm feelin' like I got a price on my head
I was down almost killed
And I took a minute to write some lines
Now I'm reppin' my lines while I on the grind
Don't say my rhymes are bad
Yea muhfucka, cuz under the table I've got a gat
Paranoid, for years I lived on the lookout
Now I'm hella armed, man, and I'm all 'round
When you wanna beef verses ain't no all care 'bout
When I start blazin', nobody gon' be lookin' ya whereabouts
Yea, that day my whole vision get dark
Stackin' lines in my hood while I hustla hard
They wanted me far gone from 'round here
Damn, they pulled me back
My nigga, but with every step, I tell you I'm back
Many men wanna harm me
But I'm holdin' on to the Lord
Now I don't cry no more
Now I don't hide no more
Many men wanna harm me
But I'm holdin' on to the Lord
Now I don't cry no more
Now I don't hide no more
Down your head to me
I said I'm back, muhfucka, beg to stay away from me
You know what goes down when I roll up in my hood
Glock pop time, yea nigga, what's good?
My whole team in a black Benz on the way
Like John in a black coat when my gun's spray
I heard, "if there's a will, there's a way"
Cuz I'm from Brownsville, where only hustla could play
Droppin' lines, nigga, like a rapper off the street
And rhymin' somethin' special and talkin' shit
Many men wanna harm me
But I'm holdin' on to the Lord
Now I don't cry no more
Now I don't hide no more
Many men wanna harm me
But I'm holdin' on to the Lord
Now I don't cry no more
Now I don't hide no more
I know who bust the gun, but I ain't gon' be no snitch
I just bust back and don't act like a bitch
I never needed my godfather to handle my homework
I clip a rep of the muhfucka like a wing of a bird
I got a big gun, bust, while my song play
Soundtrack in the back while my gun's spray
And, under the hoodie
I got pain written all over my face
Muhfucka, you ain't dreamin' no more
You ain't smilin' no more
Biggie Down
