We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court Came to get busy, Styles done made him spin, now he dizzy Face-Off, niggas gotta ask who is he? I be in the Benz, high as f*ck, playin' Biggie Pretty bitch, half a brick of yay by her titties Egg full of dope and her p*ssy hole Cops gotta kill me, can't book me though 'cause I ain't doin' time Got beef with them niggas, I bet you I get 'em lined up Let it buck and I bet you it's in the spine, my gun Deathrow records, I bet you I get 'em signed Not a major deal but they may just steal I kill your man, ask you how it made you feel Shoved the blade in you, yeah, the rage is real Look at me now, doin' what the f*ck I'm supposed to do Me shinin', they sucka niggas emotional I'm already wavy, just think what the pressure do Tried to make a quick meal, call it a Lunchable Hatin' in my comments is somethin' a punk'll do Them emojis and punctuals'll gon' leave you discoverable I'm out here chillin' on them back blocks killin' where they crack rock dealin', shit, the trap my buildin' Lames gettin' money, start shittin' on niggas Not me, If I'm on, I got positions for niggas As soon as I got the plug, I shock the shit outta niggas Kept shit bottled in then blew the lid off them niggas We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court Hey yo, Snyp gotta bounce like he runnin' from one-time Bars, gyms, start sharp, cut through your frontline Hustled my whole life, went to jail for a gun crime On the grind, robbed twenty niggas with one nine Smokin' like a chimney while I'm listening to Biggie We livin' off experience, my niggas run the city If we ain't come to talk, shit, we came get busy And get the guts, meanin' run through it 'til it's empty That's D-Block style, two hammers and a hawk No pork, but I eat these rap niggas with a fork Before I say my Grace, shit, I'm blowin' out your face Then I'm runnin' in your safe, we the hardest in the state Started with the work but I had to go cop the baggies Bricks are in Texas they workin' out like the Aggies Gave 'em a slice on First Av' like patsies Uncle in the kitchen, cookin' up, knockin' Patti LaBelle I could sell if a nigga gotta get it These in the store, I threw the dubs in my fitted Explicit, my shit is rated R Couple shots at your chest, I'm not tryna break your heart I shake the narcs A quiet spot, paint a picture for 'em like Basquiat Feel like Biggie sippin' on private stock, We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court We came to get busy We ain't come to talk Welcome to the handgun, welcome to the hawk This that grimey shit you supposed to hear in New York For niggas gettin' killed or gettin' years from the court Yeah!