Black Music Lyrics - The Biggie Sound

[chorus: MC Quita][3X] 

New York, Big Apple! 

Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug 

We're real thugs, shakin' the club 

[Jim Rampage] 

Laaaaaaa... La, la, la, la... 

BLOW! BLOW! 

Niggas, please, leave the front of my glock 

Hittin' grazed his chops, firin' the block 

His girl had a dick-belt and left you like a frog 

You're up comedy reason for cops 

Was never ready for competition 

It's funny! You also came out of the gutter 

You never could understand this matter 

He thinks it's a G, he thinks it's a porn star 

I was born again, I awoke from a bad dream 

Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream 

You're insignificant like a fuckin' dust 

Don't step on the sidewalk of my crib 

You never smoked one smoke wit' me 

[chorus: MC Quita][3X] 

New York, Big Apple! 

Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug 

We're real thugs, shakin' the club 

[Bigg Sound] 

The motherfucker knows who's right 

The motherfucker knows who leaves home at night 

I'm right and you're wrong 

I've never been wrong and you're never right 

Any motherfucker that song will be tight 

Flippin' the smoke, hitin' himself in the head 

Life goes fast, out soon that slum 

The money isn't for everyone 

The music is just one more stunt 

I'm a real killa shootin' at a fake killa 

I'm a nigga rhyming to another BX nigga 

B.I. double G. 

I rhyme for real to who wants to kill me 

[chorus: MC Quita][3X] 

New York, Big Apple! 

Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug 

We're real thugs, shakin' the club 

[MC Quita] 

New York.. I run! 

New York.. I run! 

New York.. I run! 

Singin' like a star, I'll come 

[chorus: MC Quita][3X] 

New York, Big Apple! 

Now, sing wit' T.B.S. Thug 

We're real thugs, shakin' the club