Yea wassup homie C'mon, man I'm feelin' like I got a price on my head I was down almost killed And I took a minute to write some lines Now I'm reppin' my lines while I on the grind Don't say my rhymes are bad Yea muhfucka, cuz under the table I've got a gat Paranoid, for years I lived on the lookout Now I'm hella armed, man, and I'm all 'round When you wanna beef verses ain't no all care 'bout When I start blazin', nobody gon' be lookin' ya whereabouts Yea, that day my whole vision get dark Stackin' lines in my hood while I hustla hard They wanted me far gone from 'round here Damn, they pulled me back My nigga, but with every step, I tell you I'm back Many men wanna harm me But I'm holdin' on to the Lord Now I don't cry no more Now I don't hide no more Many men wanna harm me But I'm holdin' on to the Lord Now I don't cry no more Now I don't hide no more Down your head to me I said I'm back, muhfucka, beg to stay away from me You know what goes down when I roll up in my hood Glock pop time, yea nigga, what's good? My whole team in a black Benz on the way Like John in a black coat when my gun's spray I heard, "if there's a will, there's a way" Cuz I'm from Brownsville, where only hustla could play Droppin' lines, nigga, like a rapper off the street And rhymin' somethin' special and talkin' shit Many men wanna harm me But I'm holdin' on to the Lord Now I don't cry no more Now I don't hide no more Many men wanna harm me But I'm holdin' on to the Lord Now I don't cry no more Now I don't hide no more I know who bust the gun, but I ain't gon' be no snitch I just bust back and don't act like a bitch I never needed my godfather to handle my homework I clip a rep of the muhfucka like a wing of a bird I got a big gun, bust, while my song play Soundtrack in the back while my gun's spray And, under the hoodie I got pain written all over my face Muhfucka, you ain't dreamin' no more You ain't smilin' no more Biggie Down