JT THE BIGGA FIGGA

JT THE BIGGA FIGGA - Millionaire Pirates lyrics

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(feat. Get Low Players)

[San Quinn]

First of all we were the first to ball

yeah it hurts to fall but we still stand tall

Memph Bleek you bullshittin claimin Get Low

we hit the Marcy projects and make you really get low

like you been from Fillmoe for 10 years plus

acting like you never seen or heard from us

spit ferocious pop are collar the hardest explosive

put out are on tapes and you bitch niggaz know it

ran with that Memph tell me what you handed back

matter of fact keep your hand out we bout to handle that

this Fillmoe man

unless I was breaded wit millions I wouldn't sport your chain

you studied our hustle tried to cut us out

from L.A. to new York even deep down south

much love to the mid cause they love the bay

like my niggaz on the block they love the game

[Chorus]

Millionaires peep our game

They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it

Millionaires peep our game

They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it

Millionaires peep our game

They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it (yeah)

But we still loving it (Nigga)

But we still loving it

[D-Moe]

You niggaz better not toy wit me

me and my niggaz we utilize loyalty

you be assed out

Shittin blood claiming you thug faced out in the mud and playa you be

choking on your blood

I'm from where we sending shit hissing passed your head

had them niggaz on your corner block wishing you were dead

and you know whats killing me

the same niggaz Paul barnin you was part of the conspiracy

you should of known we born dying

you lose your frivolous life in the game trying to save private ryan

the things get the ejected and flying

well disrespecting this game and being defiant

and lacking the skills and not applying

you niggaz love counting the ones

miscellaneously busting your guns

getting put in the chalk

acting like you move the ball like Marshall Faulk

[Chorus]

[JT the Bigga Figga]

Picture that tryna run wit the stack

we count cracks in fact

we out back where the mountains packed

its all sweet when you stuck in the street

so memph bleek how the fuck did you peep out my rap chemistry

yours raps are all fables

fairy tales can't save you

verse for verse you know figga roll we blaze you

the flow we amaze you

dogs relaxing all that game you stole say you saw for that

get your niggaz double crossed for that

got cha homies claimin the low

but really its bigger than that rap

always talking how your busting your gat

I'm from the city with most unsolved bullet holes on the wall

through the streets all the homies on call

wanna ride to jump

or behind the penitentiary walls

through my family be reppin the low

from the dpg to utp we thuggin fo sho

[Chorus x2]

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