[intro: Biggie Sound]
Yeah...
You try, try...
T.B.S. Thug shoots! n***a down!
[verse1: Biggie Sound]
When you feel suffocated by smoke
I'm comin' around
The balloon goes up and down and his n***a is down
You already know who's (outro: The Biggie Sound)
Stupid n***a down, his b**h down, motherf**er down
I'll take you to the green hell (yea!)
I cut his throat and he sings me now
I rhyme, I tear the club off
J. Glock took aim and hit his crew
You tried to surprise us and hit you too
Get the money, spend that money
His girl is callin' us baby (ha-ha)
Here near my hood has only n***a crazy
New York are you listenin' maybe
I collect d**hs runnin' at that Mercedes
[chorus: Biggie Sound][3X]
Try, try..
n***a p**y, now cry!
(New York!)
[verse2: Biggie Sound]
You don't know, but I'm at crib with that Llama
No drama, I gotta blade
James Rock down and now Gomez paid
Who likes this sh**
In Civic those n***as keep an eye on me
Shot in their feelings
I'm lovin' this game sh**
You ain't a rap's follower (yea!)
When I say I'm gangster, cuz' I'm in control
I'll wear yellow at his funeral
And I'll be with my arsenal like an animal
Yeah!
[chorus: Biggie Sound][3X]
Try, try..
n***a p**y, now cry!
(New York!)
[verse3: J. Glock]
Wake up! Wake up! n***a I'm gettin' in the hood
Shootin', jumpin', I'm f**in' with the crew
Shootin' my Eagle and plagued her day
My routine is to sing with my Ak
We love this f**in' game
The gang in Bronx already know my name
Get the key, turn, accelerate
n***a p**y, runs away
I remember the old days
Biggie is vibratin' with so many shots
We're shakin' the life and f**in' cops
C'mon!
[chorus: Biggie Sound][6X]
Try, try..
n***a p**y, now cry!
(New York!)