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(Verse 1-JT The Bigga Figga)
I'm been tryin to get it for so long up in this rap game
Pushin and grindin, movin tapes to get my stack mayn
Lovin it, shit get thick you know we thuggin it
Put our hands in the money playa you know we bubblin
Tycoonin, tryin to get 'em to see me vision
Focus the homies on freedom instead of prison
All the shit that goes on, I have you goin schizo
Make a playa think he supposed to be up on the sixth flo'
New cousin, ain't nothin flopped from bein locked up
Earn the stripes on the block, gettin yo self popped up, imagine that
Start grindin in 2000 when police set up shop in every ghetto public housin
Cameras in the steering wheels even when you be pissin
Rocks in your looks start havin niggaz is snitchin
Slippin off the cocaine, blunts, and Remy Martin
In the projects nigga we start beef in the apartments

(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 you say what you say-it ain't for play

(Verse 2)
(Telly Mac)
Man you got to get, before you claim the click
I know you wanna get the chips in this change for bricks
We in a mix like craze and friend, case the plan
From the street to the studio we move weight for brands
Thanks to fans, now my click stands with authority
We put it on the map from Fillmoe to Morrissey
Put one-three I'm puttin you through this surgin
I'm West Coast splurgin, techs mo' burnin
We bad boys servin a verse and for hard earnin
I ain't tryin to teach, but I'm hopin ya'll learnin
The world turnin nigga, and it ain't for play
For the Y2K, Get Low take over the Bay
If you in the way, you be