Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bigga Figga, artist - JT The Bigga Figga. Album song Don't Stop Til We Major, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.1996
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
The Bigga Figga |
Damn, where that nigga at? |
Always late for rehearsal, shit |
Here this nigga come now |
JT? |
What’s up my nigga? |
They waiting for you |
Aww, man, aight |
Yeah, I’m finna, I’m finna go in there right now |
OK |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
Just pop it for you baby |
OK, OK, OK, OK |
You’re the Bigga Figga, so let 'em know |
Feel the funk of a trigger, a Bigga Figga nigga |
Like my nigga Watchdog, pulled 'em up and give 'em |
Somethin' to cope with, somethin' to smoke with |
And if you find a broad, take her home and poke it |
And let her know, who’s the bonafide mack |
Get the car, the keys, the house, the ass, the stack |
So you can chill on the turf |
And if she act like a jerk, put her mind to work |
'Cause in the '92 man, you gotta have game |
And if ya don’t, it’s a goddamn shame |
But anyway, on to the Bigga Figga |
Sippin' malty liquor, the one that tried to giver her |
A little bit of love, a little bit of pain |
You know a lot of dirt, and a lot of game |
'Cause I’m JT, a young brotha that’ll flow hard |
Some try to bogart, 'cause they’ve got a credit card |
No way, 'cause you know I do damage |
Eat ya like cabbage, but still I manage |
To beat ya, defeat ya, then I might treat ya |
To an eighth of dank and if a freak, wear it see-through |
And by the way man, there’s no comparison |
To really try to mess with me, is quite embarrassing |
'Cause livin' in the world today, is straight media |
Gotta turn it out, every show that you see me in |
So let’s take a trip, ah-down history |
To Sugarhill Gang, Curt Blow, and Run-D.M.C |
OGs of rap, that stayed on here |
JT for the Bigga Figga, you can flow with |
Girls with hugs and kisses |
No time for play, chick, this business |
I gotta keep my homies at home, on park |
So don’t get in my way, before I go to the trunk |
'Cause this goin' out to the Fillmore crew (woo-woo) |
I thought you knew |
One love to the, what’s up my people? |
But we all know, who’s the Bigga Figga |
Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
JT The Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
JT The Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
The Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
Well, I’m JT, I told y’all, The Bigga Figga |
Check a nigga, because I got a trigga |
When I rock the mic, I like to rhyme, I like to make you flow |
Talkin' about that playa JT, is really on |
Poppin' straight game like I’m O-Town gangsta |
Girls in the crowd, watch out, 'cause I’ma gank ya |
Like I said before, in the last rhyme |
So listen up, for the goddamn last time |
Get your twelve gauge or get your TEC-9 |
MAC-10, twenty-two, thirty-eight, fine |
Don’t forget your keys and your beeper |
Go to your trunk and get your street sweeper |
So you can clear the street |
And rid the place of the weak MCs |
For the 'moe is the reason, steezin' |
Gotta come fresh for the '92 season |
Beat on, bass on fat |
Lyrics tight, 'cause it’s like that |
The 415, is comin' through |
So pay your dues, before you get chewed |
Gobbled, ate up, chomped like PAC-MAN |
'Fore I leave, say «peace» to the black man |
And that’s a taste of the rhyme, I’ma give ya |
So you can figure out, who’s The Bigga Figga |
Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
JT The Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
JT The Bigga Figga, ha ha |
Me and JT in the house |
You know what I’m sayin' |
That’s my nigga JT |
My nigga JT popped that shit mayne |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
For the '92 |
We doin' this, ha |
Yeah |
JT The Bigga Figga, The Bigga Figga |
JT |
Let’s tear up outta here my nigga |
Alright |