Sorry About That Lyrics - The Biggie Sound

[chorus - Biggie Sound][2X] 

I'm smilin' in front of your crib 

U ask why, I'll tell you why 

I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street 

A lil' Hennessy, a glock, you're dead 

J. Glock! 

[verse 1 - J. Glock] 

Come on, I'm black coat, I'm the mob 

I fuck your biiiiitch 

Over, over, you know those sharp needles 

Are right heeeeere 

We don't know how you stop there 

Get out! Let's go, we're heeeeere 

Your meal tonight will be the basis of grain 

Rampa-G broke the chain, I'm like a G, oh man 

I'm like a gangsta 

In Limozine, my Ak will sneeze 

Don't be my friend, my belt is goin' to squeeze (uh-uh) 

No paper, no a bitch to get you to say good things 

You'll end up comin' out of our games 

In da hood? You'll be whipped 

I don't think you're tripped 

Yeahhhh! 

[chorus - Jim Rampage][2X] 

I'm smilin' in front of your crib 

U ask why, I'll tell you why 

I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street 

A lil' Hennessy, a glock, you're dead 

Come on Biggie! 

[verse 2 - Biggie Sound] 

We picked up those packets 

The facts are that you're not on maps (yeah!) 

Take off the bandana, we got extra caps 

We flew in the your baby's crib 

Ready? No? We'll lay you down this street (come on!) 

Fuck your niggaz, I'm preparin' my fingers 

My AR-15 will sing 

T.B.S. Thug isn't just singers 

My niggaz are turnin' the stringers 

Blah-blah and shit, the true Biggie is restin' 

Are fastin'? His niggaz are wastin' 

Yeah, let's go niggaz! 

[chorus - J. Glock][2X] 

I'm smilin' in front of your crib 

U ask why, I'll tell you why 

I'm waitin' for you, right here on the street 

A lil' Hennessy, a glock, you're dead 

Rampage! 

[verse 3 - Jim Rampage] 

Are you ready for death 

I'll show them a path (WoO!) 

If you don't come, we'll get them 

We on the sly, then cut them and hang them 

Generals like Taliban his little crib explodes (BoO!) 

Mo'fucka you're ready to go? 

Tomorrow, you'll fly like a swallow 

Runnin' like Scooby Doo (yeah!) 

Throw in their soldiers like ducks 

There will be lucky your niggaz bucks 

[Jim Rampage talkin'] 

You're burstin'! 

Ok, ok! Damn, will kiss the ground! 

T.B.S. Thug generals are shootin' 

Me, The fake Biggie and J. Glock 

Ok, let's go! 

[* rain fallin' *]