| One, two, checka, microphone wrecka
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| And I betcha never thought the Bigga one would catch ya
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| Feeling the flow, now it’s on, roll in a car with DJ Dome
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| Hat to the back with a gat and a sack, chopping it on a cellular phone
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| Straight to it, business as usual
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| Get Low Productions, not the average criminals
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| Coming from the studio, shit kinda phat
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| Three ADATs and a 24-track
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| Peepin' out the scene, laying down my vocals
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| Got the proper singer straight from Acapulco
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| Got a show at 8, do my soundcheck at 4
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| Get the hotel room and fat sack of indo
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| The Get Low P, man, we just chillin'
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| Beats and raps from the floor to the ceiling
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| Trippin', now we on the road again
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| Packed up the shit and hopped in the van
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| Hit the highway for a 10-day mission
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| Pumped up the beat and hit the air condition
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| Mashin' down the way way, a show day’s a payday
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| Ya heard what I say, you do it my way or no way
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| So tear off the funds and give us the mic
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| 'Cause tonight’s the night to get your ass outta sight
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| And let me get a fee for what they came here for
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| They wanna hear me biggedy-bust and riggedy-rhyme hardcore
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| You better check yourself, 'cause I’ma check my rhyme
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| Put that ass on the grind, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Tip toe, tip toe once again but I’m back, bro
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| Creepin' through the back streets looking for my niggaro
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| Bankin', gankin', looking for some dank and
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| Get to the studio because a nigga be making
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| Hits on top of hits on top of hits
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| Flip the script once again 'cause you know I don’t miss
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| Here to take what’s mine
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| And to get what’s yours
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| And to bust the floor and to knock down doors
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| What you mean, what you mean, got your dome on a beam
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| When the light turn green, close your eyes 'cause I mean
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| Business, what is this, some type of game
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| 'Cause it ain’t no thang when you’re truckin' like a train
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| That’s the end of the rhyme, so it’s back to the grind
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| Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Taking a chance with me Glock 'cause me pop like that
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| Riggedy-rock riggedy-reggae riggedy-riggedy-riggedy rap
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| Bustin' a cap, pullin' a jack, puttin' the shit on the map
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| All the way from the back 'cause you know that it’s like that
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| Check it check it out 'cause I know y’all feel me
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| The miggedy-mack daddy’s about to get real indy
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| Check it out, nigga, pump up the Vega
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| Put your hand on a trigger, buck buck 'til you give a
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| Hot one, he caught one straight to the dome
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| It’s the Mister Bigga, the Figga that’s poppin' the shit on the microphone
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| End of the rhyme, so it’s back to the grind
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| Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time
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| Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9
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| Nuff respect to the man called JT the Bigga Figga, bwoy
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| 'Cause it’s about that time |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's About That Time, artist - JT The Bigga Figga. Album song Playaz N The Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп