The Bigga Figga back on the mic
Poppin that sh** that the young n***as like
Young playas comin up in the Moe
Down for the cause down for the bolo
Gankin, bankin, rankin, young playas like me be makin
Fools like you wanna ride the jock
When a n***a like me just started and start to clock
I gotta get paid I mean real fast
Cause a n***a doin bad gotta make cash
So I'm rollin around in a bucket
With a nine in my lap say f** it
See a n***a in a 69' Coug
Gold ones and Vogues damn he's a fool
And he ain't from the S.F.C.
Where the n***a put my gloves on, G
But they can't find a fingerprint
Hand in a glove god damn no evidence
f** that sh** I gotta get away quick
I gotta find another lick
There's a s**a on the third floor
The n***a leaves his house everyday about four
The b**h is outside candy on the ride
Damn the brother's fly
So me and my homies start creepin
But a brother on the bike is straight peepin
Tryin to watch for the riches
But I know what's going on a s**a straight snitchin
And you know he's trying to stop it
With a gun and a badge, walkie talkie in his pocket
Now he's trying my patience
Just because he works the Northern Police Station
So gets your cuffs and your badge
Cause a playa like me gonna kick some a**
Brothers in my business better leave it alone
And the title of the song is mind your own
(yeah that's these five o a** n***az, JT pop that sh**
About these b**hes)
One day me and my homie T.B.
Young Seff and the homie Young D
Moe headed to the studios to lay some vocals
For the homies in Frisco
Poppin you know watch the hoes jockin
Keep the beat rockin yes I be clockin
G's gettin paid on the under though
A young brother gettin paid at the studio
Freak by freak ho by ho
A n***a like me is here to let you know so
A playa like me gonna do my thang
But the hoes around the way like to gang-bang
Tell the freak to come to the house
And you live in Fillmoe
And the chick say f** no
Damn dirty little tramps
Them hoes ain't got it like that
To be f**in up a n***a coochie
Trying to f** with the young J.T.
And I hate to mention, you want attention?
Get some longer extensions
b**hes, hoes, s*uts
Walking around with no bu*t
Dirty hoes sharing clothes
And you talkin about rollin on Vogues
Dirty little b**h peasant I'm a call her
Tryin to get pregnant by a baller
b**hes in the Moe ain't no good
Livin low tryin to move in Turkwood
So they can give a party every weekend
Damn b**hes be tweakin
Like me I tried to make a cake
She poured salt that's the whole mistake
And check it out all in my mix
Jockin fiending for the dick
But a friend is really trying to stop her
Getting big-headed and now she's playing proper
Got a little a**, got a little clothes
No money and the b**h got a big nose
Not cool now b**h who's the fool?
You listen to your friend now you got schooled
You can't lay me and you can't play me
A girl like you ya might bet sprayed see
You're phony plus you don't know me
Thinking you a Roni
Hoes in my business better leave it alone
And the title of the song is mind you own, b**h
On the average day chilling in the parking lot
Not getting paid selling rocks or the f**ing hop
Cause it's time to rhyme on gotta get a grind on
I think I got a beep, (n***a use my phone)
It's the manager and he wants me to go
To do a little show and he wants me to flow
I said I'm wit it where's the location
It's right by the nation so bring a donation
Filled to the brim talkin bout packed
All these people came to see a brother rap
So let me riggity-rap, riggity-roe
Riggity-riggity-reggae, mayday mayday, b**hes payday
So come pay me before I pay you
But gafflin and gankin and you won't have a clue
Cause I'm so good and I'm so raw
And somebody's gettin paid I'm the one that you saw
Mind your own