C'mon, man
I ain't wan' know shit 'bout nothin' (uh)
It's Biggie
Man, I'ma start talkin' 'bout my guns
Yeah, machines and lines take down the bums
Muhfucka, I'm sellin' them
With or nah a nigga target, I'm blastin' them
Damn, extra-shine magnum or a black Glock
Don't metter, I'm packin' 'em in my block
I got shot down in the hood where I was raised
Yeah, took my papers, my gat and my shade
I played dead and since then I'm on the fuckin' chase
They ain't think of blastin' at me, it was the stake
Gat for years, baby
And a crew of trusties niggas packin' like crazy
Muhfucka, naturally, I took over this shit
I'll show you the clip, come closer to my street
I'm gon' talk, you listen
Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats
Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps
Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks
Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs
I'm gon' talk, you listen
After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on
Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on
I'm illegal, I could even set up a legit gun store
They ain't comin' back to my hood no more (uh)
They thought twas gon' be heaven, but it's purgatory
But I ain't lookin' drama, gon' put up a don't disturb
I'ma keep it lowkey, ain't tryna be like a bird
Don't try to play me or I'ma drop you to the curb
Muhfucka, you ain't got a nothin' about me
Unknown for now
But someday y'all know the real 'bout me
Losin' paper to the cops betta than get on the lock
New York, I'm so for real and I cop my Glock
I'm so unfiltered and authentic, man, I spit lines
Muhfucka, look, I'm stay on the grind
I'm gon' talk, you listen
Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats
Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps
Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks
Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs
I'm gon' talk, you listen
After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on
Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on
What's poppin', man? What's the plan?
Merkava? Damn, I wan' fuck this muhfuckin' game
I'ma give you the lowdown on what's really goin' on
I'ma Gangster like Teflon Don (yeah)
I like it when things go my way
Like Mossad ready for the gunplay
Fuckin' bad day
Crows croakin' and semi-auto's spray (c'mon)
Bang, I'm the only one black dog, nigga (c'mon)
The feds got the string and my face picture
I'm gon' talk, you listen
Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats
Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps
Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks
Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs
I'm gon' talk, you listen
After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on
Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on
Yeah
Why we like and rep the hard-hitters?
'Cause they're like us (yeah)
Pushin, packin' and blastin'
The Black Southside
