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the s.f.c. - jt the bigga figga lyrics

[intro]
gigolo n-gga loungin’ in the studio, with my boy jt the bigga figga, dee-moe, young seff and the rbl posse, with my young baby boy san quinn
and we finna let ’em know like

we gonna, we gonna do a song, that you never heard before
goes a little somethin’ like this
we gonna do a song
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[verse 1: seff]
the 415, the main attraction
frisco, a place for action
cars comin’ through, without the brains
whitewalls, vogues and gold dana danes
won’t be complete, without the beat
two 18s, soundin’ way too sweet
hit the block, plan keep a b-tch broke
where’s the indo? it’s time to smoke
man, i’ll sick up all you hoes
suck my d-ck and l!ck my toes
say what’s up to dana, say to h-ll with me
he owns the vogues, i hold the key
i drive the car and he rolls the wheels
cougars, ‘stangs and punked out ‘villes
especially young n-ggas growin’ up in the hood
especially when a young n-gga’s up to no good
a con man a gaffler, out to get rich
bust a nut off money, who needs a b-tch?
see frisco’s my home, i’ll never switch
out to get rich, pimpin’ your b-tch
seven days a week from page to oc
sellin’ that p-ssy for an itty-bitty fee
can’t sit down, because that -ss is soaked
f-ckin’ with seff, a gangsta from frisco
that’s lettin’ n-ggas know about the b-ss in the trunk
’cause frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks

[verse 2]
i’m a mothaf-ckin’ money maker, smokin’ dank and pimpin’ b-tches all day
black chris from the sf to the c
and for you b-tches that are hangin’ from my bozak
young b-tch, it’s the frisco payback
to you marks, that’s all poppin’ frisco
it’s like this, you better make a wish bro
no mistakin’ it’s the mothaf-ckin’ money maker
and your mothaf-ckin’ life is what a n-gga take
try to perpetrate and rush [?] to my side
you’ll catch a frisco left to your right eye
i’m not a gang banger but i claim a set though
harbor road, the place i get my cash flow
young n-ggas in frisco on a ride
rbl, ybg and we on high
pimp a b-tch for a minute, then we gotta quit it
’cause the n-ggas in frisco just wanna hit it
but don’t trip, i left your -ss heartbroken
at least i left you with the dank and your -ss chokin’
a young n-gga in frisco named black
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, now i gotta grab my gat
nine double-m slugs to his f-ckin’ head
now he sittin’ there dressed up in [?] red
and the mark is now body-bagged in the trunk
he got the picture, us n-ggas ain’t punks

[chorus]
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[verse 3]
a million gang bangers in my mothaf-ckin’ city
sheisty–ss hoes on the n-ts-ck, sh-tty
why oh why, did i smoke the fool
choked the b-tch, then broke the fool
all some problems for the ybg
n-gga c-cked the glock, then he clocked the gs
puttin’ that on [?] it ain’t nothin’ in frisco
for ki’s and gs, you know and late night turf hoes
on the vogues come through for a baller
n-gga pushin’ sh-t, flowin’ like water
some go up and some go broke
some lay low, yeah and some get smoked
but i stack sh-t, ’cause you know i’m rappin’
[?] and i’m ’bout to go platinum
and it just don’t stop, to the tip-toe top
slingin’ dope sh-t, like a n-gga slingin’ rock
rbl, came through and dropped it
me and jt came tight and popped it
seff lay low, lounge with a hoe
jacked her for her sh-t, twenty gs and more
some say peace and some say funk
but i bang twice and then i pop that trunk
punks are gettin’ [?]
like catch some lead and gettin’ thrown in the trunk
[?]
[?] youngster i ain’t no punk

[chorus]
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[verse 4]
n-ggas always puttin’ too much on us
sayin’ they the hardest place in california
but we got more than cable cars and bags
like hard head n-ggas in drop-top rags
[?] out for the gankin’
young baller players goes out on mustangs
that’s how it is in [?]
you better be from over there, ’cause you ain’t down with me
and since you ain’t with me, then your -ss gotta go
‘fore your -ss get got or straight [?] the ho
and if you didn’t hear me better stop and listen
’cause [?] when your -ss starts slippin’
all the way to the mothaf-ckin’ moe
in other words, if you ain’t from here, then your -ss gotta go
so keep the glock straight c-cked in the trunk, with the funk
’cause frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks

[chorus]
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[verse 5: san quinn]
san quinn is a psycho on a mothaf-ckin’ war path
gang bangin’, crack slangin’, leavin’ bustas in the body bag
as i stomp through frisco, left hand on my pistol
dank in the right hand, f-ck the cisco
and see a gang a n-ggas, speakin’ on real sh-t
drop top [?] benzes on chrome kits
hoes switchin’ that -ss, hopin’ to get a piece
of the ballin’ -ss n-gga, livinin’ in the frisco streets
kilos, ounces, pullin’ all-nighters
from fillmore to hunter’s point, nothin’ but fighters
riches, snitches and a n-gga like myself
a hustler, a grinder on the verge of wealth
only fourteen but the dirt has been done
since the tender age of twelve, i packed a f-ckin’ gun
[?] can be twisted in the city of lies and gankas
drop cougars droppin’ shooters and gangstas
game is caught and sucked into the brain
i listened to it all my life ain’t a d-mn thing changed
if you wanna be a n-gga fillmoe handle it
if you want to get down and dirty, frisco got scandalous
’cause when you’re raised in h-ll you’re like a devil
shut off at sea level, run the sh-t like a rebel
my n-gga gigolo, made the beat and slammed it
p-ss the mic, dissed a f-g and a dyk-, ’cause i demand it
yes [?] in the ’90
smokin’ dank, puffin’ powder, f-ckin’ all the fine hoes
frisco n-ggas, couldn’t be punks
gats in the lap, sometimes in the trunk
san quinn runnin’ game called reality
i never been to the pen, but got the mentality
these punks out here man, they can’t handle me
comin’ up real in my mothaf-ckin’ city

[chorus]
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[verse 6]
west coast lifestyle, playas in the game
n-ggas just chillin’, ain’t nothin’ change
move it up, move it down, move it over
puttin’ in work, godd-mn i shoulda told ya
for the 9-2, n-ggas gotta come through
the ybg and the rbl crew
on a nonstop basis, suckers can’t fade this
listen to the beat, gigolo made this
my n-gga dee-moe and my homie black chris
mister c, i’m finna floss so check it out trick
each verse, each song, each track made
then you know that the bigga figga gettin’ paid
’cause n-ggas always talkin’ about frisco
what’s up with them n-ggas and their gettin’ low ?
well i’ma tell ya n-ggas poppin’ that sh-t
with the rhyme and the game and it’s all on hit
and then ya say really though?
it was mixed and recorded at new balance studios
so what’s up to the big sfc
and the n-ggas that was down with jt
and the rbl cl!ck
and all you groupie motherf-ckas just stay on the tip
and you might wanna fight
’cause the flow’s so smooth and the sh-t’s so tight
but back to the n-ggas in frisco
all the way to h-p to fillmore
through the cuts, through the strip of the backroad
where the n-ggas burn the rubber off a fat vogue
in the swamp where my cousin got the dank
in the l where they make all the bank
in the view where the n-ggas get merciless
straight game but y’all never heard of this
like my boy seff says “straight servin’ this”
i’m doing damage and it’s permanent
so all you hoes just give up the rump
’cause frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks

[cut and looped]
just might serve they monkey -sses again

[chorus]
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t
frisco n-ggas ain’t no punks
we got sess
and if you ain’t packin’ then don’t say sh-t

[outro]
so now you know, just a little taste of the frisco life
i’d like to stay one love to the bigga figga n-gga and it’s the gigolo, and i’m 4-1-5 thousand
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’, it’s the jt n-gga
i know n-ggas don’t understand how us fillmore n-ggas and us h-p n-ggas got together to do this sh-t
but you know, that’s what time it is, we got to get our money on, and we outta here

- jt the bigga figga lyrics

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