The Biggie Sound - Black Music lyrics

[chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Jim Rampage] Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la... BLOW! BLOW! n***as, please, leave the front of my glock Hittin' grazed his chops, firin' the block His girl had a dick-belt and left you like a frog You're up comedy reason for cops Was never ready for competition It's funny! You also came out of the gutter You never could understand this matter He thinks it's a G, he thinks it's a p**n star I was born again, I awoke from a bad dream Damn! n***az wanna stick me for my cream You're insignificant like a f**in' dust Don't step on the sidewalk of my crib You never smoked one smoke wit' me [chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [Bigg Sound] The motherf**er knows who's right The motherf**er knows who leaves home at night I'm right and you're wrong I've never been wrong and you're never right Any motherf**er that song will be tight Flippin' the smoke, hitin' himself in the head Life goes fast, out soon that slum The money isn't for everyone The music is just one more stunt I'm a real k**a shootin' at a fake k**a I'm a n***a rhyming to another BX n***a B.I. double G. I rhyme for real to who wants to k** me [chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club [MC Quita] New York.. I run! New York.. I run! New York.. I run! Singin' like a star, I'll come [chorus: MC Quita][3X] New York, Big Apple! Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug We're real thugs, shakin' the club