C'mon, man
DeMarcus James also know as Biggie Down
Look, I'ma hustla, straight outta Brooklyn
My rhymes so tight, they'll leave your mind broken
Rollin' in my Bentley and grindin' all the days
Like Antony Edwards I make incredible plays
I spit real bars just like I pop my piece
Three lame ass niggas wishin' for a slow week
Spittin' rounds like a madman, that's pure heat
Camo clip, black gloves, this straight soldier shit
East Coast beat, representin' the streets
My verses like bullets, they aim for the beats
Straight outta Brooklyn
Writin' some lines and my gun go off
I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off
Straight outta Brooklyn
Writin' some lines and my gun go off
I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off
Homie step up on me, slide through the Southside
Brownsville, my hood, I'm grippin' my Glock
I'm like a lyrical gangsta bustin' my gunspray
Muhfucka, I leave red-stains on the way
I'm new nigga, but I'm one of the greats
Droppin' lines so sick, I can say I'm straight
I run schemes 'round the Brooklyn like a boss
Takin' names, muhfucka, I never take a loss
I hustle hard no breaks, it's like a drug to me
I throw on my black fit and slide out to get my shit
Yeah, c'mon, man
Straight outta Brooklyn
Biggie Down
Writin' some lines and my gun go off
I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off
