Angry, Pt. 2

Yeah
C'mon, man
Angry PT. 2
It's Biggie Down

I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin

Lyin' ready to sleep, Brooklyn, my hood never sleeps
I start cookin' up pictures and rhymes in my mind-deep
Head split down my enemies don't stay up on street
So sorry niggas, don't get offended by 'nother fuckin' beat
'Cause when I comin, I comin' and gunnin
My Glock cock, my gun cock and the trigga jumpin
Move over, nigga, you don't come up 'cause I tumpin
Cuttin' your legs off, yeah, Biggie's stuntin
Tracks annoyin' as fuck like songs Drake, shit
That's gangsta shit, man, my semi-auto spray shit

I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin

Nigga, on the night wicked dreams when I put holes
Sunlight down, I'm gunnin, damn, civil war so close
Alarm bump and I'm wakin' up to break laws
The sky turned black, so rain it and rain it till pours
J.R. Glock pulled up some niggas for a fest
Dull and scraped pieces, hustla paper, it's thug thesis
He hide the paper at grandma's crib, right under the rug
Each one smooth, grass all cut and Bentley full of thug
I got some niggas posted 'round the crib and inside
Sight locked, muhfucka, you didn't see the red light

I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin
I close my eyez
Unlock and load my clip, I'm hard-hittin

C'mon, man
I run New York