JT the Bigga Figga and Snoop Dogg - Fatha Figga

Hustlas, ballers, players yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop one love,  one love

I was raised in the inner
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin
Let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down
And keep it real
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man
In plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the wanted
Didn't have time to ask
Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU
One love to real hustlers
Straight dollars for two

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

We at the afterparty chillin cuz
We ain't no punks some cats is in the back
With macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up
You know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin
Playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'Vettes in
Mobs and old schools we rob them old fools
Won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young G's, they
The ones that's strapped, ya know

Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around
We hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the UK
Everybody around they love Snoop D-O
Double to the G
Cuz I'm what they love, you see
I'll break em
Shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know y'all dealin with
The reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways
Make me wanna get me a bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real G's
Feel up the they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome
Yeah it's on

Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked
Hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up
On the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and
The keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money
Each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin Snoop
Kurrupt and young Daz in for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track
We can all get sick and have em shook
The four O crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do

I'll keep doin what I'm gon do with my
(nigga JT) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know)
(We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at
Least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's
(on like that y'all)

Written by:
TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

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