*(Guce talking)*
Uh, highly anticipated, long awaited.
(Oh, what`s up baby?)
You know, this lavishly coordinated.
Figgaro an Guce in this... BIATCH!
(Fa sheezel, stackin up these chips.)
Bout to do our thizzle
(Thizzle, thiz-ang)
Big thangs.
(Ya got it.)
Verse 1 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*
Guaranteed to hold ya (guaranteed to )
you niggas know about the hustle
smoke ya weed an know ya (smoke ya weed)
the Pelle, Pelle double decker
conversation colder
cuz all this game been purified
this Filthy-Mo hustle, movin packages world wide
me an cousin Guce mass produce slugs fa ya heaters
ya ain`t gon` cheat us on our paper cuz we quicker than Cheetas
for all the non-believers
who said it couldn`t go down
from Fillmoe to Hunter`s Point
represent for your town
we got young San
in every cut of the city
strapped up wit burned gloves
coked out like Mitty
tear a bo like them red nosed bitch, when glocks spit
up in bullet proof vests
strikin them suckas wit full clips
shift this (shift this)
in Chevy Novas for them run-aways
now-a-days hustlas stay over to bring `em phatter pay
all Niner`s wit no sleep
sleepin wit they Nike`s on waitin for creeps.
We Strictly Business.
Chorus 2x *(Guce and JT)*
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
JT, I`m a gangsta
(And when it`s time to get wicked we still handles business.)
Bitch!
Verse 2 *(Guce)*
It`s the San Francisco, Giant gangsta
49`er
nation wider
my niggas from the Mobb straight ridas
highly anticipated
long awaited hit
if you didn`t know
it`s yo nigga named young Guce gettin down wit the Figgaro
from the Hunter`s Point to the Mo nigga
get paid right in Get Low
packin 9`s an Str8 Lace on mine
fuck it the Mobb`s soldiers fine
there ain`t a nigga that get down like me
there ain`t a killa-gangsta that represent the town like me
I`m not finna head-butt nobody for the title gangsta
it got took
I represent the Sucka Free killa
for the dirty crooks
nigga the Figgaro an Giggity
bitches faint when this funk season be come stoppin through the town
regularly.
Nigga.
*(Chorus)* 1x
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
JT, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
(And when it`s time to get wicked we still handles business.)
Bitch!
Verse 3 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*
No matter discussion
my niggas be bustin poppin collas
drop Impalas
wit chrome rally`s
Ain`t it sumpthin?
Beenie caps an burner gloves
is the gangsta apparel
mucho dinero
two-door Camaro
wit 4-barrells
an I tear those
Ain`t this rental car?
Spare those
for my quiero`s
told `em never not to pair those
two cats together young Guce an Figger-ally
we smashed out on west coast beats in Killa Kali.
Verse 4 *(Guce)*
We keep stompin in our quarter ounces, right to the top while you hate me
process of elimination
bringin home grits an bacon
sounds like a situation 3-hundred-sixy-five days
most get burned out that`s why we gets paid
ever since they killed my brotha, I don`t give a fuck
ever since they killed my nigga, young Guce became a nut
a cold piece of work
yeah, bout it fuck wit mine
off that bitch-killer, Tech`s an choppas, glock 9`s
teflan vest nigga
wrapped tight to the fuckin spine
for the fishy raw, dubb rock, H-Mobb, I gets mine
for the mean mug
no love
burner glove stuck to my pocket
it`s JT an Guce platinum bound you can`t stop it.
*(Chorus)*
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
JT, I`m a gangsta
(And when it`s time to get wicked we still handles business.)
Bitch!
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
JT, I`m a gangsta
(And when it`s time to get wicked we still handles business.)
Bitch!
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figga, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
JT, I`m a gangsta
(Guce, I`m a playa)
Figgaro, I`m a gangsta
(And when it`s time to get wicked the Mobb an the Low handles business.)
Biatch!
(Biatch!)
