The Biggie Sound - New Biggie City lyrics

[* ringin' phone *] [* ring *][* ring *][* ring *][* ring *][* ring *] Biggie Sound: Hallo J. Glock: Hey! Biggie get out on the street! J. Glock: C'mon! Biggie Sound: Let's go n***az! [verse1 - Biggie Sound] When the sun comes up my drinks depleted Simply being better, I'll complete I'll shoot, I'll blow, I'll warm up No B.I.G. n***a! No MUSIC!!!! I realize that you want to enrich Use your gun or use your b**h Not sure how to do this in my town Here the weapons simply shoot Chat with me now When you blink My caps go flyin' and his n***as will down Tears to the ground You see the glow of my Eagle n******g You can feel who's now the bigger Yo! [chorus - J. Glock] Keep doing sh**! Now sing with me Any motherf**er can prove a Cognac Pinkin' his n***a and buried in concrete So I'm waitin' for you here on the street [verse2 - Jim Rampage & (J. Glock)] A black Benz, [...] Not out of my head! Feel it! Feel it! Now bounce! You know what I'm talkin' about? (Ya'll n***as know what I'm about) That motorcade of luxury cars Turnin' down his street You get jealous when you're not with me The blue blood pulsin' through my veins Explodin' chains, don't stand in my range Another day, another dollar and other dead That diamond bangle doesn't come out of my head We're followin' him, we're billin' My bullet-proof cap is sealin' Get it! Get it! [chorus - J. Glock] Keep doing sh**! Now sing with me Any motherf**er can prove a Cognac Pinkin' his n***a and buried in concrete So I'm waitin' for you here on the street [bridge - Biggie Sound] Yo! Yo! Yo! To all in the Bronx! To all in the Brooklyn! To all in Queens bridge! He'll break out! J. Glock! [verse3 - J. Glock] I devoted a few words for my n***az The money flows so that you open the pot The pain of breakin' a chop It's smaller than see a n***a beaten by cops Stop! We're not doomed to flop Our glory will come! Ready for the bump I'm throwin' in some chump Don't even frump 'Cause my guys know how to do stunts Hey Josh! We smoked that blunt While Rick was shootin' at his n***a hump Here in N.B.C. who's boss is the T.B.S. Thug His girl was seen f**in' wit the boss I'll lay my success! 'Cause you know that here we're the best Come with me! [chorus - J. Glock] Keep doing sh**! Now sing with me Any motherf**er can prove a Cognac Pinkin' his n***a and buried in concrete So I'm waitin' for you here on the street (ha-ha)