(feat. Cosmo, Killa Tay) [VERSE 1: JT The Bigga Figga] We play hardball, runnin these streets in different routes Make the paper count, stuffed in the
the D-P-G nigga!!) [Daz] Hold up (hah) wait a minute and All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with
t Project game travel to city We take over ya mind frame Do some things ya can't did We made men, complete with cash ya can't spend Mind balls, but not
sale We got game for sale [Verse 2] Show me right, I don't know whether rhyme or write Then hit you with the shit ya don't like Me and my nigga's game
' that's when the 4-5 blindin' Worried and nervous and nervous as fuck I ai't got no license I ain't givin' a fuck If you ain't got no money stay the
who said us niggas don't play Menace City and the PB niggas is a un-soft case And if ya niggas got something to say Bitch ass niggas we don't play Say
for the section Incredible not, that nigga Sean T lace the beats And now we comin with enough game to change the streets And I ain't trippin off the fame
nigga [Daz] You want to be a bitch nigga and die nigga And get your muthafucking life lost and die on how you'd flossing Ain't nothing I don't like snitches
1: JT The Bigga Figga] You talkin big like you feelin the Figg You at the crib where the safe is in You got a jig with a half a wig Can't even stop when
make is hits! [Daz Dillinger] I'm lookin ghetto fab, coordinated with some G shit to bang Twenty cents on the hang, ain't a fuckin thang The Bigga Figga
t no nigga tell me nothin' that I'm doin' Certified in the game and I'ma keep on pursuin' I be the best man standin' millionaire plannin' These hoes don't
Chorus x2: JT The Bigga Figga] I got a nine in my pocket when released again Gold on my neck my debts close in hand What you say-it ain't for play What
[Verse 1] If you ain't knowin' who we is by now, check the logo We niggas from the streets so police want a photo Never catch me solo, I roll with the
(feat. The Commisiona, Guce) [JT the Bigga Figga] Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas Turnin G
pulled the trigger Now the whole hood's up for grabs Stab niggas in the back now he's out for Daz Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business Around
for my son [Verse 2: JT The Bigga Figga] Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow For the dough we're willing to store You wanna flow didn't know
I'm only trustin' the nine And I'm knownin' this money ain't worth my freedom My homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain't seen him I live
I can't smoke, smoke, smoke I fucks a ho till she can't fuck no more In it been gettin' it like lobster and shrimp I don't know why I'm a hell of a pimp