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The track "Mind Ya Own" kicks off with a direct address to nosy individuals, establishing a defiant tone from the outset. The intro sets the stage, with JT The Bigga Figga articulating a clear frustration: "Niggas always in a nigga's business." This sets up the core theme of the song: a demand for privacy and a warning against interference. The narrator's intent is to "pop some shit" and assert dominance, making it clear that their personal affairs are off-limits to unwanted scrutiny. The repeated phrase "mind their own" acts as a central thesis, framing the entire lyrical narrative around this principle of non-interference. Verse 1 immediately plunges into the narrator's hustle and the dangers associated with it. The lyrics paint a picture of a street-level operation, where "young playas" are "gankin', bankin', rankin'" to make fast cash. There's a palpable sense of urgency, as the narrator admits, "I gotta get paid I mean real fast / 'Cause a nigga doin' bad gotta make cash." This economic pressure fuels risky behavior, including potential theft, as evidenced by the detailed description of casing a car. The tension escalates when the narrator perceives someone as a "sucka straight snitchin'" to the police, directly linking external interference to law enforcement and personal threat. The narrator's response is a clear threat: "Brothers in my business better leave it alone." Verse 2 shifts focus to interpersonal entanglements, specifically targeting women who are perceived as meddling or opportunistic. The narrator dismisses them as "hoes" and "bitches" who are "jockin'" and seeking attention or financial gain. The lyrics detail a specific instance where a woman's actions, influenced by a friend, lead to a negative outcome for her. The narrator expresses disdain for their perceived superficiality and manipulative behavior, stating, "Hoes in my business better leave it alone." This verse reinforces the central theme by extending the "mind your own business" directive to romantic and social interactions, framing unwanted attention as a form of invasive behavior. The final verse brings the narrative back to the narrator's professional life as a rapper, highlighting the success that comes from focusing on their craft. The narrator is called to perform at a show, indicating a level of recognition and demand for their talent. The lyrics emphasize the financial rewards of their work: "'Cause somebody's gettin' paid I'm the one that you saw." This success is presented as a direct result of their dedication and skill, contrasting with the negative behaviors of those who interfere. The repeated refrain "Mind Ya Own" serves as a triumphant declaration, asserting that by focusing on their own path and goals, they have achieved a level of success that commands respect and demands that others do the same.

JT the Bigga Figga - Rap, Bay Area Rap

Mind Ya Own

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Duration: 4:14

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[Intro: The Little Figga & JT The Bigga Figga] JT 'sup? Hey blood, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas always in a nigga's business, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah man They need to mind their own, so what I need you to do is OK I want you to pop some shit, know what I'm sayin'? OK And let these niggas know what time it is. 'Cause it ain't cool, you know what I'm sayin'? You feel me JT? These niggas in my business [Verse 1] The Bigga Figga back on the mic Poppin' that shit that the young niggas like Young playas comin' up in the Moe Down for the 'cause down for the bolo Gankin', bankin', rankin' Young playas like me be makin' Fools like you wanna ride the jock When a nigga like me just started and start to clock I gotta get paid I mean real fast 'Cause a nigga doin' bad gotta make cash So I'm rollin' around in a bucket With a nine in my lap say fuck it See a nigga in a '69 Coug' Gold ones and Vogues damn he's a fool And he ain't from the S.F.C Wait a minute, put my gloves on, G But they can't find a fingerprint Hand in a glove god damn no evidence Fuck that shit I gotta get away quick I gotta find another lick There's a sucka on the third floor The nigga leaves his house everyday about four The Benz is outside candy on the ride Damn the brother's fly So me and my homies start creepin' But a brother on the bike is straight peepin' Tryin' to watch for the riches But I know what's going on a sucka straight snitchin' And you know he's trying to stop it With a gun and a badge, walkie talkie in his pocket Now he's trying my patience Just because he works the Northern Police Station So gets your cuffs and your badge 'Cause a playa like me gonna kick some ass Brothers in my business better leave it alone And the title of the song is "Mind Ya Own" [The Little Figga] You know what I'm sayin? That's these Five-O ass niggas Snitchin' and shit, know what I'm sayin'? JT pop that shit, about these bitches, know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 2] One day me and my homie T.B Young Seff and the homie Young Dee Moe headed to the studios to lay some vocals For the homies in Frisco Poppin' you know watch the hoes jockin' Keep the beat rockin' yes I be clockin' Gs gettin' paid on the under though A young brother gettin' paid at the studio Freak by freak ho by ho A nigga like me is here to let you know so A playa like me gonna do my thang But the hoes around the way like to gang-bang Tell the freak to come to the house And you live in Fillmoe And the chick say fuck no Damn dirty little tramps Them hoes ain't got it like that To be fuckin' up a nigga coochie Trying to fuck with the young J.T And I hate to mention, you want attention? Get some longer extensions Bitches, hoes, sluts Walking around with no butt Dirty hoes sharing clothes And you talkin' about rollin' on Vogues Birdie little bitch pheasant I'ma call her Tryin' to get pregnant by a baller Bitches in the Moe ain't no good Livin' low tryin' to move in Turkwood So they can give a party every weekend Damn bitches be tweakin' Like me I tried to make a cake She poured salt that's the whole mistake And check it out all in my mix Jockin' fiending for the dick But a friend is really trying to stop her Getting big-headed and now she's playing proper Got a little ass, got a little clothes No money and the bitch got a big nose Not cool now bitch who's the fool? You listen to your friend now you got schooled You can't lay me and you can't play me A girl like you ya might bet sprayed see You're phony plus you don't know me Thinking you a Roni Hoes in my business better leave it alone And the title of the song is "Mind Ya Own", bitch [Verse 3] On the average day chilling in the parking lot Not getting paid selling rocks or the fucking hop 'Cause it's time to rhyme on gotta get a grind on I think I got a beep, (nigga use my phone) It's the manager and he wants me to go To do a little show and he wants me to flow I said I'm wit it where's the location It's right by the nation so bring a donation Filled to the brim talkin' 'bout packed All these people came to see a brother rap So let me riggity-rap, riggity-roe Riggity-riggity-reggae, mayday mayday, bitches payday So come pay me before I pay you But gafflin' and gankin' and you won't have a clue 'Cause I'm so good and I'm so raw And somebody's gettin' paid I'm the one that you saw "Mind Ya Own" [Outro: The Little Figga & JT The Bigga Figga] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout JT, so since you my nigga, I'm gonna hook up some tracks for you, check it out Well pop it then baby. Aww, you playin' guitar now huh? Yeah OK. Let's go home blood That sounds good on this

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Mind Ya Own

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