The Whole Thang

Lyrics

[Intro: D-Moe] Back in the motherfuckin' house for the 9-trizzay My boy JT the Bigga Figga, young playa from the Bizzay Flippin' the script and snatchin' grip Throwing way too many shots at to you mark ass niggas domes Know what I'm sayin', y'all can't fuck with the Get Low P, mayne [Verse: JT the Bigga Figga] You comin' to get, you checkin' my style I'm flippin' it well on top of the pile I'm breakin' it down to put on accounts So jump in your bucket and swing it around Remember the plan, I gave you a gram, so siggidy-scram this party Figgedy-flip the triggidy-track, I'm making it phat by trickin' my stack You're breakin' your back, you're breakin' your bone You pick on the suckers who ready to roll Y'all humblin', bumblin', fumblin', talking about the suckers who mumblin' Bubblin', doublin' up my miggidy-mail while making it swell For shiggidy-show and tiznell for doing the shit wiznell Making my own, making it dome, making the shit to shake your home You rattle and thump and jiggidy-jump, I ain't no punk busta Cream of the crop, crop of the creep Running the ones who ready to sleep Making the beat complete, so saucy that they turning their cheek Deliver the blow, I'm lettin' 'em know This is the way I fliggedy-flow I'm from the town, I'm breaking it down legitimate, get rid of it You shoulda hit the button, I'm cuttin', they bluffin' Shake up the cake, make it and bake, 36 O's of 36 soldiers on the strip smoking doja I told ya, I rolled ya, now I gotta throw ya And if I hold ya, who gon' hold me? How you gon' stop a G with a whole ki? [Outro: D-Moe & JT the Bigga Figga] Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about Niggas can't fade the Get Low flow 'cause we coming way doper than yayo Mail stack so capital but don't get dramatical The bullets go automatical So if it's static, go, roll up the window and light the indio And oh, I'm D-Moe, and that's my folks, the Bigga Figga And we gon' hit the way way for 9-trey-trey And get low and to throw your back door in '9-4, you knid-know, ho? Yeah, we know what time it is, boy They can't fuck with the flavor Break it on down So, Bigga Figga, you making beats and shit like this now, huh? Yeah, you know I'm making that shit Oh, they can't fuck with me on no beats Young nigga poppin' that shit and laying them tracks, you know what I'm saying At the house at that, ha Yeah, the Get Low P coming way too tight for 9-trey, '9-4, and '9-5 Just a little something to ride to Yeah, check it out