The Biggie Sound - n***a Down lyrics

[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!)