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JT the Bigga Figga - Millionaire Pirates lyrics
f/ Get Low Players * send corrections to the typist [San Quinn] First of all we were the first to ball yeah it hurts to fall but we still stand tall Memph Bleek you bullshittin claimin Get Low we hit the Marcy projects and make you really get low like you been from Fillmoe for 10 years plus acting like you never seen or heard from us spit ferocious pop are collar the hardest explosive put out are on tapes and you bitch niggaz know it ran with that Memph tell me what you handed back matter of fact keep your hand out we bout to handle that this Fillmoe man unless I was breaded wit millions I wouldn't sport your chain you studied our hustle tried to cut us out from L.A. to new York even deep down south much love to the mid cause they love the bay like my niggaz on the block they love the game [Chorus] Millionaires peep our game They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it Millionaires peep our game They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it Millionaires peep our game They like take it and run wit it but we still loving it (yeah) But we still loving it (Nigga) But we still loving it [D-Moe] You niggaz better not toy wit me me and my niggaz we utilize loyalty you be assed out Shittin blood claiming you thug faced out in the mud and playa you be choking on your blood I'm from where we sending shit hissing passed your head had them niggaz on your corner block wishing you were dead and you know whats killing me the same niggaz Paul barnin you was part of the conspiracy you should of known we born dying you lose your frivolous life in the game trying to save private ryan the things get the ejected and flying well disrespecting this game and being defiant and lacking the skills and not applying you niggaz love counting the ones miscellaneously busting your guns getting put in the chalk acting like you move the ball like Marshall Faulk [Chorus] [JT the Bigga Figga] Picture that tryna run wit the stack we count cracks in fact we out back where the mountains packed its all sweet when you stuck in the street so memph bleek how the fuck did you peep out my rap chemistry yours raps are all fables fairy tales can't save you verse for verse you know figga roll we blaze you the flow we amaze you dogs relaxing all that game you stole say you saw for that get your niggaz double crossed for that got cha homies claimin the low but really its bigger than that rap always talking how your busting your gat I'm from the city with most unsolved bullet holes on the wall through the streets all the homies on call wanna ride to jump or behind the penitentiary walls through my family be reppin the low from the dpg to utp we thuggin fo sho [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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