Lletres: The Biggie Sound. Nigga Down.

[intro: Biggie Sound]
Yeah...
You try, try...
T.B.S. Thug shoots! Nigga down!

[verse1: Biggie Sound]
When you feel suffocated by smoke
I'm comin' around
The balloon goes up and down and his nigga is down
You already know who's (outro: The Biggie Sound)
Stupid nigga down, his bitch down, motherfucker down
I'll take you to the green hell (yea!)
I cut his throat and he sings me now
I rhyme, I tear the club off
J. Glock took aim and hit his crew
You tried to surprise us and hit you too
Get the money, spend that money
His girl is callin' us baby (ha-ha)
Here near my hood has only nigga crazy
New York are you listenin' maybe
I collect deaths runnin' at that Mercedes

[chorus: Biggie Sound][3X]
Try, try..
Nigga pussy, now cry!
(New York!)

[verse2: Biggie Sound]
You don't know, but I'm at crib with that Llama
No drama, I gotta blade
James Rock down and now Gomez paid
Who likes this shit
In Civic those niggas keep an eye on me
Shot in their feelings

I'm lovin' this game shit
You ain't a rap's follower (yea!)
When I say I'm gangster, cuz' I'm in control
I'll wear yellow at his funeral
And I'll be with my arsenal like an animal
Yeah!

[chorus: Biggie Sound][3X]
Try, try..
Nigga pussy, now cry!
(New York!)

[verse3: J. Glock]
Wake up! Wake up! Nigga I'm gettin' in the hood
Shootin', jumpin', I'm fuckin' with the crew
Shootin' my Eagle and plagued her day
My routine is to sing with my Ak
We love this fuckin' game
The gang in Bronx already know my name
Get the key, turn, accelerate
Nigga pussy, runs away
I remember the old days
Biggie is vibratin' with so many shots
We're shakin' the life and fuckin' cops
C'mon!

[chorus: Biggie Sound][6X]
Try, try..
Nigga pussy, now cry!
(New York!)