Room's Blacked Out

Biggie Down

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    I make the guns ring
    Can you see the clip?
    I make the frags ping
    And you know this that gangsta shit

    Look, I'ma start whisperin' and showin' my clip
    Stay easy shit, you really wanna that bullshit?
    I'm good to go, muhfucka, baggin' my dough
    I'm tryna make a deal, but ain't sellin' my soul
    Crumb in my hands, fuck that and don't mind
    Ain't no difference for the ones on the grind
    Tryna get by, the right time's gon' be the right time
    My homies out in the suburbs rockin' a nine
    They ain't smilin, muhfucka, they keep a cold face
    Yea dig, I got stacks of drums protectin' my place

    I make the guns ring
    Can you see the clip?
    I make the frags ping
    And you know this that gangsta shit

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    Ain't nobody got my love for me
    Yea, but the sunshine I gon' see
    Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
    Muhfucka, check out my Tommy gun clip
    I'm chill in room's blacked out like the boss
    You think big, but you pussy nigga like Rick Ross
    Hustla niggas in the streets been waitin' so long
    My niggas ready to spit and say: Yea he's gone
    Biggie not British, damn, Brooklyn's right here
    I aim my gun at you 'til you dip outta here
    I got niggas wanna bust they black straps
    They all clumped up tryna put they niggas in black bags

    I make the guns ring
    Can you see the clip?
    I make the frags ping
    And you know this that gangsta shit

    NY hat, Knicks hat, Green Bay hat flip back
    I don't give a damn if you spit a whole poem back
    I'm just heatin' up
    Yea, my Glock's poppin' rounds back
    I'm so hood, gangstas, this that gangsta shit
    So peep this, man, I'm just doin' my shit
    Hands up y'all to the sound of dumpin' down my clip
    Stay calm or your brains get fuckin' split
    Yea, it's Biggie Down, bitch

    I don't need anybody when my gun's spray up
    Muhfucka, you gon' mind me and I stay up
    They callin' me back, because I'm straight up
    I'm movin' in circles strapped up till you wake up

    C'mon, man
    I'm wanted fo' real, muhfucka
    I'm gettin' tracked uh
    But, but I'm holdin' down my hood for whatever it takes
    Get outta that blackout room or tryna sleep down

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