It's About That Time - JT The Bigga Figga

One, two, checka, microphone wrecka

And I betcha never thought the Bigga one would catch ya

Feeling the flow, now it’s on, roll in a car with DJ Dome

Hat to the back with a gat and a sack, chopping it on a cellular phone

Straight to it, business as usual

Get Low Productions, not the average criminals

Coming from the studio, shit kinda phat

Three ADATs and a 24-track

Peepin' out the scene, laying down my vocals

Got the proper singer straight from Acapulco

Got a show at 8, do my soundcheck at 4

Get the hotel room and fat sack of indo

The Get Low P, man, we just chillin'

Beats and raps from the floor to the ceiling

Trippin', now we on the road again

Packed up the shit and hopped in the van

Hit the highway for a 10-day mission

Pumped up the beat and hit the air condition

Mashin' down the way way, a show day’s a payday

Ya heard what I say, you do it my way or no way

So tear off the funds and give us the mic

'Cause tonight’s the night to get your ass outta sight

And let me get a fee for what they came here for

They wanna hear me biggedy-bust and riggedy-rhyme hardcore

You better check yourself, 'cause I’ma check my rhyme

Put that ass on the grind, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Tip toe, tip toe once again but I’m back, bro

Creepin' through the back streets looking for my niggaro

Bankin', gankin', looking for some dank and

Get to the studio because a nigga be making

Hits on top of hits on top of hits

Flip the script once again 'cause you know I don’t miss

Here to take what’s mine

And to get what’s yours

And to bust the floor and to knock down doors

What you mean, what you mean, got your dome on a beam

When the light turn green, close your eyes 'cause I mean

Business, what is this, some type of game

'Cause it ain’t no thang when you’re truckin' like a train

That’s the end of the rhyme, so it’s back to the grind

Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Taking a chance with me Glock 'cause me pop like that

Riggedy-rock riggedy-reggae riggedy-riggedy-riggedy rap

Bustin' a cap, pullin' a jack, puttin' the shit on the map

All the way from the back 'cause you know that it’s like that

Check it check it out 'cause I know y’all feel me

The miggedy-mack daddy’s about to get real indy

Check it out, nigga, pump up the Vega

Put your hand on a trigger, buck buck 'til you give a

Hot one, he caught one straight to the dome

It’s the Mister Bigga, the Figga that’s poppin' the shit on the microphone

End of the rhyme, so it’s back to the grind

Stayin' strapped with a 9, nigga, 'cause it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Stuck to me grind, it’s about that time

Me coming again, me coming again because me strapped with me 9

Nuff respect to the man called JT the Bigga Figga, bwoy

'Cause it’s about that time