Straight Outta Brooklyn (Intro) کے بول

C'mon, man DeMarcus James also know as Biggie Down Look, I'ma hustla, straight outta Brooklyn My rhymes so tight, they'll leave your mind broken Rollin' in my Bentley and grindin' all the days Like Antony Edwards I make incredible plays I spit real bars just like I pop my piece Three lame ass niggas wishin' for a slow week Spittin' rounds like a madman, that's pure heat Camo clip, black gloves, this straight soldier shit East Coast beat, representin' the streets My verses like bullets, they aim for the beats Straight outta Brooklyn Writin' some lines and my gun go off I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off Straight outta Brooklyn Writin' some lines and my gun go off I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off Homie step up on me, slide through the Southside Brownsville, my hood, I'm grippin' my Glock I'm like a lyrical gangsta bustin' my gunspray Muhfucka, I leave red-stains on the way I'm new nigga, but I'm one of the greats Droppin' lines so sick, I can say I'm straight I run schemes 'round the Brooklyn like a boss Takin' names, muhfucka, I never take a loss I hustle hard no breaks, it's like a drug to me I throw on my black fit and slide out to get my shit Yeah, c'mon, man Straight outta Brooklyn Biggie Down Writin' some lines and my gun go off I'm poppin' off, hol' up, enemies runnin' off