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