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 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