Yea
C'mon man (Angry PT. 2 hard-hittin')
It's Biggie Down
Yea

Lyin' ready to sleep, Brooklyn, my hood that never sleeps
I start creatin' pictures and deep rhymes in mind-deep
Makin' smoke, yea, my enemies don't stay up on street
Sorry niggas, don't be offended by another fuckin' beat
'Cause when I comin', I comin' in gunnin'
The gun smoke, sound effects and the trigger jumpin'
Move over! You don't come up 'cause I thumpin'
Nippin' it in the bud, yea, Biggie is stuntin
Mischievous song, I can't stand the lil baby's songs Drake
Slam dunkin' like DeRozan and that ain't no mistake

I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'

Uh, on the night, wicked dreams take me up their holes
Fallin', runnin', shootin', yea, civil war so close
Stunned, yea, I'll wake up now to break laws
The weather closed, cloudy, the rain it, rain it pours
J.R. brought some niggas to the fest
Nonshine pipes, shadow money, yea, rap thesis
The fuckin' niggas tremble, yea, they're so diss
They're hidin' in grandma's house, under the room rugs
Fenced house, mown grass, Bentley full of thugs
I gotta some niggaz 'round, on the roof and inside
Right now, aim focused, you didn't even see the red light

I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin'

Hahaha
I run New York