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letra de scrilla, scratch, paper - jt the bigga figga

[intro: jt the bigga figga]
hahahaha, yeah, mayne, haha
back up in this m-th-f-cka
you got your boy jt the bigga figga, mayne
just chillin’ with my folks 11/5 and cougnut up in the studio
premier productions puttin’ it down from a g’s persepective
and i got my boy tc in the m-th-f-ckin’ house
you got your boy jt, mayne, we layin’ it down
that frisco sh-t, check it out

[verse 1: maine-o]
who you pullin’ your weapon to? n-gga, who you think you steppin’ to?
i’m packing two glocks, and if i see your weapon, fool, i’m letting loose
you’re trying to take away my peruvian
well, cl!ck-clack, put in a casket is what you’ll be instead be doin’
that suicidal g sh-t, and i know i won’t rest
’cause all i know is pimpin’ them hoes to make cash and blast, n-gga
that, lotta money and drugs, keep vega’s and bust
and i ain’t got love for you b-tches, i just got love, uh

[verse 2: hennesy]
i’m sick of n-ggas smiling in my face but don’t like me
jealous of my fame and my game but won’t fight me
telling all my hoes that they think a n-gga’s shiesty
because i’m clocking dough and peeling hoes and laying pipe
see, i throw from the shoulders ’cause i’m a soldier from the bay
and if you wanna play then make way for the ak
n-gga, say, what you want but you can’t stop it
i’m laying you on your stomach with the gat then rip them pockets

[chorus]
scrilla, scratch, paper
tryna get my paper but they just don’t know, playa
scrilla, scratch, paper
checking my grip, i’m getting my mail
i’m thinking about my clientele
scrilla, scratch, paper
going out to my frisco homies, yeah
scrilla, scratch, paper
tryna get my paper but they just don’t know

[verse 3: cougnut]
i pack a glock in case i gotta pop a shiesty m-th-f-cka
tryna set up shop on my f-ckin’ dark block
200 block dog mackin’, millimeter packin’, head crackin’
young bg’s down for the scrilla jackin’
get your glocks ready ’cause i’m ’bout to throw a fit
and pistol whip all you bustas with that hoe -ss sh-t
you talk good ones, m-th-f-ckas, but you’re scared to stop
you set up shop, n-gga, i’ma play connect the dot

[verse 4: taydatay]
jump into the bucket, hopped to the f-ckin’ scene
slangin’ the a-1 yola candy on them corners, making that green
having that cream, n-gga
what you gon’ do if i be on your block?
bustin’ at you n-ggas set trippin’ and sh-t
better duck before i bust you out
better watch your back, better watch your step, better watch your m-th-f-ckin’ sh-t
before i creep and leave you n-ggas wet, dead as f-ck
and i be mobbin’ to the death
to you b-tches, taydatay; to you n-ggas, taydatay

[verse 5: jt the bigga figga]
coming to get that green, the n-gga that stack that paper
take that, making my money bundles
’cause n-ggas be coming with dope and they running to jake
so then it rumbles
remember the game, the 50 and sw-ng
come in the game, you cooking your thang
you’re bringing the pain, i’m making it swing
stacking my chips, scooping the grits daily
these n-ggas be in my face but i be knowing these n-ggas hate me
acquired a grip, i’m checking my mail, i’m thinking about my clientele
i’m moving my game to multiple stacks and flipping the tracks, i’m making it swell
can’t you tell, these players be balling by the bay
they getting their paper, so what in the f-ck you got to say?
i wanted to be, a hustler that delivered the flavor
you place your orders and come to the borders, dope is on the table
now i’m able, to give up the game and make it kosher
while n-ggas is posted and lifted off canadian doja
keeping it real wherever i’ma have to make the
fool -ss n-gga, scrilla, scratch, paper

[outro: jt the bigga figga]
hahahahaha, that’s how we do that sh-t, mayne, for the 9-5 season, mayne
we moving them ki’s of legal dope, you know what i’m sayin’
deuce sony mp345 digital audio c-ssette tapes
and them high quality ampex half-inch high-fi’s reel to reels
can’t forget about them low tone positive frequency generators and them digital auxillary carbine power boosters
you know what i’m sayin’
we put our m-th-f-ckin’ mack hand down with that legal dope, mayne
can’t forget about my boys 11/5 up in the house, mayne
and the cougnut, mayne, and all that ol’ good sh-t
them frisco players
can’t forget about my glp potnas over there, mayne
putting it down from a g’s perspective
you know what i’m sayin’
d-moe the youngsta, san quinn, seff tha gaffla, brotha moe
playa p, rack skerz, rich the factor, young c-b-double o
can’t forget about fatter rat, trump tight, and j. larue
my boy j. mack the four track over there
he an mc, and rappin’ 4-tay, you know what i’m sayin’
proper dna street records and ken dog at 12th story records, mayne
black-owned businesses, mayne
we taking over this m-th-f-cka
better watch out, mayne
it’s going down, we taking over, mayne
it’s going down, that’s all i can say, mayne
that’s all i can say, you know what i’m sayin’
we finna get up outta here though, sideways

- jt the bigga figga

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