Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back 2 The Shit, artist - JT The Bigga Figga.
Date of issue: 24.07.1994
Song language: English
Back 2 The Shit |
The G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes |
Cocking Glocks, pulling macs when the funk is on |
Pack your chrome motherfucker when you leave home |
When you fucking with them niggas from the danger zone |
Well back on the track is the nigga D-Moeja |
Sipping on the Grand Mar' and puffing on the doja |
And everybody know the D dash Moe can have you hittin' |
Cause shit that I be spittin' is fittin' tighter than a mitten |
Written in a book by a crook I was locked up |
And did so much dirt that I should have been boxed up |
Gone with the wind but I’m still in the house |
Giving game from my brain to my motherfucking mouth |
I gives a fuck I’m sick as fuck I’m from the Y-B-G |
Now D dash Moe is just a factor in the S-F-C |
Ninety-three, Get Low be going federal |
Top notch, motherfucker on a pedestal |
I’m coming tight don’t try to perp and say a nigga not |
Because these bullets that me got in me gun is hot |
Now piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop pop |
Seventeen rounds out a nickel-plated Glock |
I gets my currency, my capital, my cash flow |
I mean my mail, my scratch do you feel me though? |
So don’t be stressin' it’s a lesson from tha Youngsta |
A playa and a hustla, and can’t fuck with you bustas |
Trust a bitch? |
Never would, never could, gotta stack |
Got a mac, keep a hoe on her back, pack a nine |
On the grind, every time, coming sick |
G-L-P in the house getting back to the shit |
Well G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes |
Creepin' through the cuts, flippin' em up when the funk is on |
Mr. Illiac on the track quite exceptional professional mack |
When I’m 'bout to check a fat stack |
From the editor, currency a four to five creditor |
Docked in the back on the gank like the predator |
Utilize and finalize my mission, chewin' niggas up |
When it comes to competition, now they wishin' |
That we slip to the flip to the beat to the bone |
Niggas was here but now they gone |
The Get Low P is in the house |
Poppin' it on the microphone |
My nigga Herm hooked it up for us niggas |
The Young Baby Boy, D-Moe and the Figga |
Just a few young niggas from The Moe-town |
When we pop the shit, nigga cause we throw down |
Now my nigga San Quinn is about to flow |
So let me pass the mic and tell them niggas about them hoes |
You silly hoes and niggas better peep this game |
While this game is worth my peepin' |
Creepin' through the Sucka Free |
I’m knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em sleepin' |
Cause it’s a daily operation for us to wreck thangs |
I’m whippin' and flippin', slidin' and slippin' through Frisco, the hoes swang |
From the nutsack, you ready to buck I’m ready to buck back |
I’m down for the funk up on the streets or all up in the fuckin' rap |
I’ll tiggity-tag your ass fast with this nine millimeter |
Scared to follow the leader, so with the slug I gotta leave ya |
The Get Low rep from The Moe to The Point |
Smoke a blunt and a joint, The Young Baby Boy’s the right choice |
When I voice my opinion you better recognize |
Cause it’s your own fuckin' life you might jeopardize |
Commitin' crimes I’m droppin' rhymes and hittin' the fuckin' dank and |
I’m fuckin' your bitch and checkin' my grips and sippin' on the drank and |
I’m gankin', and gafflin' and jumpin' off the fuckin' top flo' |
I’ll bust a spin and a grin and Quinn will Get Low |
Nineteen ninety-three, the G-L-P |
Mackin stackin' and always stackin' |
Ready to flip a track and check a fat stack nigga |
Coming from the west side of the Presidio |
JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn and D-Moe |
Three young niggas |
Three young Gs |
Poppin' that shit with ease, mayne |
And we outta here fasho-ly, ya know me? |
Ha ha |
Three young niggas from the Get Low |
Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco |
I say three young niggas from the Get Low |
From the Get Low, from the Get Low |
Cause we poppin' that shit on a daily basis |
From the Get Low town cause they tryin' to take this |
Game from the gamer, but they cain’t |
Cause that’s how the shit go mayne |
Three young niggas from the Get Low |
Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco |
I say three young niggas from the Get Low |
From the Get Low, from the Get Low |