Yeah C'mon, man Angry PT. 2 It's Biggie Down 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 Lyin' ready to sleep, Brooklyn, my hood never sleeps I start cookin' up pictures and rhymes in my mind-deep Head split down my enemies don't stay up on street So sorry niggas, don't get offended by 'nother fuckin' beat 'Cause when I comin, I comin' and gunnin My Glock cock, my gun cock and the trigga jumpin Move over, nigga, you don't come up 'cause I tumpin Cuttin' your legs off, yeah, Biggie's stuntin Tracks annoyin' as fuck like songs Drake, shit That's gangsta shit, man, my semi-auto spray shit 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 Nigga, on the night wicked dreams when I put holes Sunlight down, I'm gunnin, damn, civil war so close Alarm bump and I'm wakin' up to break laws The sky turned black, so rain it and rain it till pours J.R. Glock pulled up some niggas for a fest Dull and scraped pieces, hustla paper, it's thug thesis He hide the paper at grandma's crib, right under the rug Each one smooth, grass all cut and Bentley full of thug I got some niggas posted 'round the crib and inside Sight locked, muhfucka, you didn't 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 C'mon, man I run New York