Me and My Nigga - JT The Bigga Figga

There this fool go right there

C’mon my nigga, we got some business to handle

It’s your mothafuckin' time

Me and my nigga, rollin' through the streets of Frisco

Strapped in a bucket, puffin' the indo

Waitin' on a call from a nigga named Woop

'Cause he want a quarter pound of the sticky green chew

Now I never leave my house without my nigga

I got the hand, and he got the trigga

A perfect combination like Daytons and Vogues

A proper show stopper that’ll feed you with hoes

Now I’m on my way to my destination

Stopped at a light, with a confrontation

By marks on the side a me, tryin' to trip

So I grabbed my nigga, popped in the clip

Now if I set trip, they’ll try to waste me

And if I mash, they’ll try to chase me

So the best thing to do is hold my composure

Niggas start blastin', damn, I told ya

I gotta peep game and I gotta be cool

'Cause I feel kinda safe in the four forty-two

But the niggas straight popped, but a nigga popped back

JT not the one sittin' there gettin' jacked

Now I’m rollin', on my way back to Fillmoe

Niggas on my shit in a five point oh

I don’t know why, I don’t have a clue

But handle my business is the only thing to do

'Cause a lotta young niggas go through this

But a nigga like me’ll just do this

'Cause you know I’m not down with killin' off the black man

But at this time, that’s my only plan

I’m in trouble, as you can see

So I gotta get them, before they get me

I liked the way, that things was goin' down

Now these fools was in my part of town

Niggas didn’t know about the YBG

So I led them fools to a dead-end street

Then I jumped out my shit and my finger was itchin'

'Cause the punks musta been outta ammunition

Ran up to the car straight blastin' ass

Then I hopped in my shit and mashed on the gas

They didn’t know why and they could not figure

Didn’t need no help, just me and my nigga

Me and my nigga, me and my nigga

We got to get paid

Me and my nigga, me and my nigga

We gotta get, where’s my nigga?

Damn, why would you ask this?

He’s kind of small and he’s made out of plastic

You can’t see him, so don’t even trip

Only one in the clip, with the hallow-point tip

So back up and get it together

Father named MAC, mother named Beretta

Had a big brother and his name was TEC-9

He did the crime, now he gotta do time

JT’s in the house, the one on the mic

Yeah that’s me, yeah that’s right

The one that can flow, the one that can pop it

Play a funky beat and you know I’ma drop it

Let me tell ya little story about a long time ago

When we did a little show, but a nigga didn’t know

When it’s time for funk, suckas go to the trunk

But all that is, is a high powered punk

In the midst of the crowd, with the young and the old’n

Didn’t need no gap, 'cause I could come from the shoulders

Security with my nigga on stage

'Cause in the back, we had the TEC and the twelve guage

Niggas gettin' tipsy, drinkin' Grand Marny

Smokin' dank, freakin' hoes in the party

Brothas in a rush, gold rings and such

From the slightest touch, there’s gonna be a bum rush

'Cause you no they don’t understand grattitude

'Cause every fuckin' nigga in the party got an attitude

Bitches on jock

Tryna get with a nigga who’s poppin' so they can get a cock

Shit was kinda proper

Walked through the crowd so I could look at the roster

Check it out, see what it say

First Huey MC, then us then 4-Tay

What a way to go about

But before we could shock it, young punks tried to turn it out

'Cause you know we like to rap a lot

But everybody’s takin' the fuckin' drama to the parking lot

Shit’s so thick, I feel static

Niggas ain’t playin', huh, niggas got automatics

Against all odds, we had a pump and a TEC

But a player like me, demands my respect

And you’re talkin' 'bout peace?

Brothers start lettin' rounds off in the street

Tryin' to play Rambo

Rat-tat-tat-tat, now my man dead bro

It was so much confusion

I was hopin' that it didn’t have to come to this conclusion

Damn, a nigga can’t even chill

'Cause tonight, it was kill or be killed

They didn’t know why and they could not figure

Didn’t need no help, just me and my nigga

Me and my nigga, me and my nigga

The nine millimeter, and the Bigga Figga

Me and my nigga, me and my nigga

The nine millimeter, and the Bigga Figga, fool