[* lullaby in the background *]
[Biggie talkin']
Yo n***as! Ready to hell?
You'll be in danger!
C'mon!
[verse 1: The Biggie Sound]
In Colombia I show my power
Nina can tell you how my material
Lookin' at the sky you'll know who's Imperial
co*kin' my glock
Escobar was often on my block
Don't be stupid n***a
I get the money, I'm hittin' his n***as
In the glow of the stock
I got b**hes f**in' his gang
I found in tha mangroves, in tha mud, in tha gutter
Breakin' the bottle, I'm the betta
The rap's prodigy goes to show you the Beretta
I'm pickin' up all ya cheddar
Yo Jim, tell them what I do
[Jim Rampage]
"Hit them until they're completely blue"
[* gun co*kin' *]
[* lullaby in the background *]
[verse 2: Jim Rampage]
Money revives the dead
Your nose runs while load my clip
Wanna to bet that I'll not slip
I'm over his girl wit' my dick
Breakin' the bar wit' those guys who laughed witcha
I gotta Calico, you want to getcha
You don't know what's my business
Keep a distance
I'll pluck his guts and you turn upside low
TBS detonates like nitro
[* gun co*kin' *]
[* lullaby in the background *]
[verse 3: J. Glock]
Look! J. Glock co*kin' the glock
They've already hit my shoulder
But guess who run the block?
Just hear the girls saying "J. Glock you hot"
I played ice in the w-cup, I'm still on the grind
My crack on my mind, my money on my mind
When rockin' the black deep
You know that I put ya baby to sleep
Pullin' gun, firing in your head
You felt my flow
When you leave my show, you contributed the dough
Oh! hey! Oh! Oh! my fo'-fo' blow
You're in my sights! I'm ready to go!
Yeah!
[* gun co*kin' *]
[* lullaby in the background *]
[* shots *]
[J. Glock talkin']
His n***as didn't even know how to co*k!
You out the world!
'Cause we're gettin'!
T.B.S. Records!