The Bigga Figga

Lyrics

[JT & Background guy] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus: JT & Background guy] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus: JT & Background guy] 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