It’s About That Time

Lyrics

[Intro dialogue] [Verse 1] One, two, checka, microphone wrecka And I betcha never thought the Bigga one would catch ya Feeling the flow, now it's on, roll in a car with DJ Dome Hat to the back with a gat and a sack, chopping it on a cellular phone Straight to it, business as usual Get Low Productions, not the average criminals Coming from the studio, shit kinda phat Three ADATs and a 24-track Peepin' out the scene, laying down my vocals Got the proper singer straight from Acapulco Got a show at 8:00, do my soundcheck at 4:00 Get the hotel room and fat sack of indo The Get Low P, man, we just chillin' Beats and raps from the floor to the ceiling Trippin', now we on the road again Packed up the shit and hopped in the van Hit the highway for a 10-day mission Pumped up the beat and hit the air condition Mashin' down the way way, a show day's a payday Ya heard what I say, you do it my way or no way So tear off the funds and give us the mic 'Cause tonight's the night to get your ass outta sight And let me get a fee for what they came here for They wanna hear me biggedy-bust and riggedy-rhyme hardcore You better check yourself, 'cause I'ma check my rhyme Put that ass on the grind, nigga, 'cause it's about that time [Chorus] Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 Stuck to me grind, it's about that time Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 [Verse 2] Tip toe, tip toe once again but I'm back, bro Creepin' through the back streets looking for my niggaro Bankin', gankin', looking for some dank and Get to the studio because a nigga be making Hits on top of hits on top of hits Flip the script once again 'cause you know I don't miss Here to take what's mine And to get what's yours And to bust the floor and to knock down doors What you mean, what you mean, got your dome on a beam When the light turn green, close your eyes 'cause I mean Business, what is this, some type of game 'Cause it ain't no thang when you're truckin' like a train That's the end of the rhyme, so it's back to the grind Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it's about that time [Chorus] Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 Stuck to me grind, it's about that time Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 [Verse 3] Taking a chance with me Glock 'cause me pop like that Riggedy-rock riggedy-reggae riggedy-riggedy-riggedy rap Bustin' a cap, pullin' a jack, puttin' the shit on the map All the way from the back 'cause you know that it's like that Check it check it out 'cause I know y'all feel me The miggedy-mack daddy's about to get real indy Check it out, nigga, pump up the Vega Put your hand on a trigger, buck buck 'til you give a Hot one, he caught one straight to the dome It's the Mister Bigga, the Figga that's poppin' the shit on the microphone End of the rhyme, so it's back to the grind Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it's about that time [Chorus] Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 Stuck to me grind, it's about that time Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9 [Outro] Nuff respect to the man called JT the Bigga Figga, bwoy 'Cause it's about that time