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J. Glock: Hey! Biggie get out on the street!
Biggie Sound: Let's go niggaz!
When the sun comes up my drinks depleted
Simply being better, I'll complete
I'll shoot, I'll blow, I'll warm up
No B.I.G. nigga! No MUSIC!!!!
I realize that you want to enrich
Use your gun or use your bitch
Not sure how to do this in my town
Here the weapons simply shoot
My caps go flyin' and his niggas will down
You see the glow of my Eagle nigger
You can feel who's now the bigger
Any motherfucker can prove a Cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
So I'm waitin' for you here on the street
[verse2 - Jim Rampage & (J. Glock)]
A black Benz, [...] Not out of my head!
Feel it! Feel it! Now bounce!
You know what I'm talkin' about?
(Ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
That motorcade of luxury cars
You get jealous when you're not with me
The blue blood pulsin' through my veins
Explodin' chains, don't stand in my range
Another day, another dollar and other dead
That diamond bangle doesn't come out of my head
We're followin' him, we're billin'
My bullet-proof cap is sealin'
Any motherfucker can prove a Cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
So I'm waitin' for you here on the street
He'll break out! J. Glock!
I devoted a few words for my niggaz
The money flows so that you open the pot
The pain of breakin' a chop
It's smaller than see a nigga beaten by cops
Stop! We're not doomed to flop
Our glory will come! Ready for the bump
I'm throwin' in some chump
'Cause my guys know how to do stunts
Hey Josh! We smoked that blunt
While Rick was shootin' at his nigga hump
Here in N.B.C. who's boss is the T.B.S. Thug
His girl was seen fuckin' wit the boss
'Cause you know that here we're the best
Any motherfucker can prove a Cognac
Pinkin' his nigga and buried in concrete
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