[intro: Biggie Yeah... You try, try... T.B.S. shoots! Nigga down!
Biggie Sound] When you feel by smoke I'm around The goes up and down and his nigga is down You already know who's (outro: The Sound) nigga down, his bitch down, motherfucker down I'll you to the green hell (yea!) I cut his and he sings me now I rhyme, I the club off J. Glock aim and hit his crew You to surprise us and hit you too Get the money, spend money His is callin' us baby (ha-ha) Here near my hood has only nigga New York are you maybe I collect deaths runnin' at that
Biggie Sound][3X] Try, try.. pussy, now cry! (New York!)
[verse2: Sound] You don't know, but I'm at crib that Llama No drama, I gotta James down and now Gomez paid Who likes shit In those niggas keep an eye on me Shot in feelings I'm lovin' this game You ain't a rap's (yea!) When I say I'm gangster, cuz' I'm in wear yellow at his funeral And I'll be with my arsenal like an Yeah!
[chorus: Sound][3X] Try, try.. pussy, now cry! (New York!)
[verse3: J. up! Wake up! Nigga I'm gettin' in the hood Shootin', jumpin', I'm fuckin' with the Shootin' my Eagle and her day My routine is to sing my Ak We love fuckin' game The gang in already know my name Get the key, turn, Nigga pussy, runs I the old days Biggie is vibratin' with so shots We're shakin' the and fuckin' cops C'mon!
[chorus: Biggie Try, try.. pussy, now cry! (New York!)