Don't Stop Til We Major - JT The Bigga Figga

Niggas always poppin' that shit about The Bigga Figga, huh?

Well, yeah, I’m back y’all, with take two, and it’s on

A young nigga flowin', throwin' like a

Down for a hijack, poppin' like a ghetto thug

Raised in the City of Dope, but not the O

A little fat town, better known as Frisco

The game is real, smooth like a

Flyin' through the city, through the swamp or through the point

Headed back to my home

Talkin' to a chick on a cellular phone

'Cause it’s too much ass, and too much mail

To be six feet under, or sittin' in jail

To the players, of the city of Frisco

Get paid, and smoke an eighth of bendo

'Cause in the '92 it’s the YBG

Dee-Moe, Young Seff and the homie JT

Dank or dope, what’s the mothafuckin' rap?

When I put all my niggas from the 'moe on the map

Sorry my dear, I’m doin' it like this here

I need cash, shoes and gear

Gold Zs on the Lexus, love and affection

A nice spot with a proper kick

So you better just close your mouth

'Fore I kick your ass out your own house

Mackin' ain’t easy stackin'

Listen to the lyrics nigga, I’m not lackin'

Complete with insight, and also intellect

And if you don’t know me, back up, show some respect

While you’re at home, playin' with the Casio

I’m in the studio, but you don’t feel me though

speakers with the 24-track

And the SP-12 with the mothafuckin' EMAC

Mechanically inclined, crushin' a dope rhyme

'Cause you can’t get mine, strapped with a chrome 9

Poppin' that shit, complete with a dank joint

Niggas didn’t know, JT was the one to flow

Fuck the hype, and fuck the media

Got more rhymes than a 'cyclopedia

Give a quick show, feelin' you the hostess

Supercalifragilisticexpial-a-dope-shit

Better yet dope, came from the Cubans

Niggas wantin' shit, 'cause the shit must be smoothin'

But anyway, and ya say I can’t fade ya

But nigga, I won’t stop 'til I’m major

Sayin' «JT couldn’t do it»

To the top and don’t stop 'til we major

Niggas kept sayin' «JT couldn’t do it»

Do it

Do it once again, JT comin' at ya

With the funky beat that you know I gotta rap to

If it ain’t dope, then you know it ain’t me

The brother JT with the YBG

I’m on the go and I cannot stop

Until I reach the tippy-toe, to the top

I’m the one, that they said’d never make it

Once I got started then you know I couldn’t fake it

On the J-O-B because I gotta get mine

Stackin' every dime and then I recline

In the Benz with the leather interior

Playin' my song and I got it in stereo

Hoes on jock, 'cause they know it’s on hit

With a beat, that just won’t quit

Let’s talk about the beat, oh yeah, I made it

All the suckers hate it and the punks can’t fade it

They listen to my rhymes and they say I’m gang related

But I don’t give a damn, because maybe I sprayed 'em

So let me, hip-hop and get to my spot

Break out and mark up my beat, and get to the street

With the funky sound and it’s gotta be complete

Complete, complete

'Cause I’m not the one, to do a half job

You are the one that I have to steal and mob

And jackin' all the brothers for their shit

You knew that JT was the wrong one to mess with

On the delay, and now you want a replay, on

The Bigga Figga the nigga that make you quiver when you shiver

Got to give it a little time

So I can drop a riggity-rhyme

And get my nine, drink a little wine

Or better yet, Grand Marny

So I can shock the party, ya better eat hardy

So I can get punk

And all you suckas gettin' stomped

For tryin' to diss, plus you miss, you smell like fish

So clean your dish

You ho-hearted bitch

Shakin' and breakin' and movin' I’m takin' 'em nigga

Talkin' about the player JT is gonna give 'em

Somethin' they can flow with, somethin' they can go get

At the record store, 'cause they know it’s on hit

But right now, right now I gotta go

Back to the 'moe so I can get my flow

And you say I can’t fade ya

But nigga, I won’t stop 'til I’m major

To the top and don’t stop 'til we major

Niggas kept sayin' «JT couldn’t do it»

To the top and don’t stop 'til we major

Niggas kept sayin' «JT couldn’t do it»

Do it, do it

'Cause it’s all about comin' up nigga

Yeah, that’s goin' out to my nigga Dee-Moe the youngsta

Seff, the mothafuckin' gaffler

And the whole YBG Posse

And this JT The Bigga Figga

And I’m outta here for the '92, mayne