JT the Bigga Figga - Mind Yo Own lyrics

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