*(Guce talking)*
Uh, highly anticipated, long awaited
(Oh, what's up baby?)
You know, this lavishly coordinated
Figgaro an Guce in this... b*atch!
(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 n***as 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 ma** 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 b**h, when Glocks spit
Up in bullet proof vests
Strikin them s**as 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.)
b**h!
Verse 2 *(Guce)*
It's the San Francisco, Giant gangsta
49'er
Nation wider
My n***as from the Mobb straight ridas
Highly anticipated
Long awaited hit
If you didn't know
It's yo n***a named young Guce gettin down wit the Figgaro
From the Hunter's Point to the Mo n***a
Get paid right in Get Low
Packin 9's an Str8 Lace on mine
f** it the Mobb's soldiers fine
There ain't a n***a that get down like me
There ain't a k**a-gangsta that represent the town like me
I'm not finna head-bu*t nobody for the title gangsta
It got took
I represent the s**a Free k**a
For the dirty crooks
n***a the Figgaro an Giggity
b**hes faint when this funk season be come stoppin through the town
Regularly
n***a
*(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.)
b**h!
Verse 3 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*
No matter discussion
My n***as 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 k**a 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 k**ed my brotha, I don't give a f**
Ever since they k**ed my n***a, young Guce became a nut
A cold piece of work
Yeah, bout it f** wit mine
Off that b**h-k**er, Tech's an choppas, Glock 9's
Teflan vest n***a
Wrapped tight to the f**in 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.)
b**h!
(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.)
b**h!
(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.)
b*atch!
(b*atch!)