The Biggie Sound - Cockin' My Glock lyrics

[* 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!