[verse1: Bigg Sound]
I love New York
Every Saturday at the barbershop we doing smoke
During the week plannin' the stroke
Throw away! Throw away! Runnin' from the police
Check it! Hello Mexican? Now give me!
I'm like GSP, the girls call me nigga gorilla
Pointed the gun at me and pulled the trigger
You're trembling? "Get The Dollar" isn't for you nigga
Killa kills killa, so be a killa
Your turn to talk!
I cannot hear his voice echoin' through New York
[chorus: Bigg Sound]
Going back
We don't think the contract
I would have hit his head
I would have left his bed completely red
GOING BACK!
[verse2: Jim Rampage]
So listen! It's my time!
Fuck with 'em Rich!
Check it in my sneakers, comin' home after another bitch
Going back! A pistol was between me and my contract
Shot the Rock! Shot the Dway!
I'm hungry? Not today
Nah, I don't know who'u blew nigga
I know that was the killa
Flight to Cali, flight to Rome
My respect on the street has not changed
Now I gotta private jet, but I got the same name
I'm still wit' T.B.S. Thug fuckin' your mo'fuckin' game
[Biggie Sound]
What? What?
One more time!
[Jim Rampage]
My respect on the street has not changed
Now I gotta private jet, but I got the same name
I'm still wit' T.B.S. Thug fuckin' your mo'fuckin' game
[chorus: Bigg Sound]
Going back
We don't think the contract
I would have hit his head
I would have left his bed completely red
[verse3: Biggie Sound]
Hug to J. Glock
50 Cent is welcome to my block
I try to do somethin' like
I still remember my bike
In the main avenue for exchangin' ideas wit' Cadence
What? Speak up!
Speech New York! Mom said to stand up
Where is my paper? I'm comin' back
I'm taking wit' me my gat
A Benz, a ninja cap
New York will always be the Biggie Smalls crib
Here the sound will always be present on the street
[chorus: Bigg Sound]
Going back
We don't think the contract
I would have hit his head
I would have left his bed completely red
Going back
We don't think the contract
I would have hit his head
I would have left his bed completely red
GOING BACK!