These fuckin' niggas are trippin Just 'cause they don't know who I am, they think can come at me I wan' that fuck 'em up, damn Hello homie, slow down, I'm droppin' some rhymes But I ain't playin, I'm go off some nines Maybe somebody's listenin' You still got a chance to shine Chase ya own bag, yea, 'cause I got mine You might not know who I am If you did, you wouldn't have mentioned my name I ain't on the corners, man Yea, I'm on top, givin' orders and shots, man C'mon man, I'm walkin' with the gunners I'm around gunnin' like pro bumpers Loaded clips, extra grips, cocked my Glock Nigga, you'd get turned into a puppet on my block Uh, I'm Biggie Down, puttin' niggas on lock You wan' know who I am now? I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone I'ma blunt hustla and it's done I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain And that's how I run my hood And now man, what's fuckin' good? What's the odds of you catchin' me You'll get ahead away respectin' me I'm the kinda of guy who's got shit in containers I'm the one who fires and ain't no reminders I'm transportin' guns I'm on the big dogs mind Niggas on my dick, 'cause I'ma stay on the grind Motherfucker, good things in due time Sellin' out for scraps, nigga, this ain't mine I gunned back, you could unlike it or love it It's dope to be name-dropped and think nothin' of it I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone I'ma blunt hustla and it's done I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain And that's how I run my hood And now man, what's fuckin' good? My homies screamin': Big, you need to calm down Nigga, why you ain't showin' your face 'round? I can make you kiss the ground Pray for the guns off my hands right now In my hood, motherfucker, I run the dope The chicks get on the knees and that ain't my fault I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nah play, nigga, I'll lay you ass out Don't fuck witcha, that's what I'm 'bout I'ma poppin' guns and I'm gone I'ma blunt hustla and it's done I ain't that kinda person, nigga Nobody knew what's poppin' in my brain I ain't lettin' nobody touch my chain And that's how I run my hood And now man, what's fuckin' good?