*(JT)*
 Figga nometry.
 *(Mac Mall)*
 Yea  yea  yea  yea.
 It's yo folks Mac Mall ???
 Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?!
 We through here.
 Yea  yea!
 Where it's at nigga?


 Verse 1 *(Mac Mall)*

 I'm a cut throat nigga
 I told her  gone off that Nitro
 go mani on yo block makin ??? sleep wit the lights on
 Mr. Vicious down to do wrong
 wit a pack of savage niggas that'll come an get ya outta ya jones
 damn them squares ain't safe
 got him for the briefcase
 a big face
 and I was bare faced
 I know ya hate the taste of my name in yo mouth
 you know what I'm bout
 quick to test yo d-boy clout an leave ya laid out
 busta I never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
 when I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
 like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
 we both know that the moss will leave yo ass dead
 I run the hood like a jungle
 king of the beast
 head hunters after me, I make 'em all bleed
 fuck the rollas man, they betta not run up on my plot
 cuz I won't dump until I drop my semi on cops
 blowin my top
 lettin loose like a nut
 should all the stoppers bag me up that's how ya bring the funk
 so when ya see me comin, folks ya betta watch ya shit
 I start to mobbin in this BITCH! MUTHA FUCKA!


 Chorus *(Mac Mall)*

 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 Or today is gon' be your last day.
 (Wha?)
 (Wha?)
 (Wha?)

 Verse 2 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*

 As I rumble through the clothes in yo dresser
 hopin I catch ya
 wit a bundle of bread cut him up an get him for his vest
 an his pistol
 an his sacks
 stuff my pockets
 out the back
 an I'm off to the track
 4-5 an a vest an I'm all in black
 an i got me a gat
 cuz you know an I know that war field
 that broke niggas provoke niggas
 an dumb niggas gon' go there
 but oh well
 it's all official, comin to get ya
 niggas wit dope sells
 an if you wonder we gon' split ya
 niggas wit mo mail
 this Cali livin' ain't no jokin
 paper chasin on my hustle to the day I go broke
 satisfied wit my riches
 never that I keep it goin wit my
 cut him all in the back of a bucket we blowin
 test the nuts of these ridas
 man it's on, on sight
 got my pistol in my pocket an I'm ready to strike
 we foldin 'em up like blankets
 tuck 'em away like Ben Franklin's
 on a day-to-day basis, different places an leave 'em stankin.
 Don't Move nigga.


 Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)* 2x

 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 Or today is gon' be your last day.


 *(JT talking)*

 Figga-nometry!
 The young Mac Meez.
 5-Tre-5, GLP, ya understand me?
 Get Low, Young Black Brotha (YBB) colabortation.
 9-9.
 Doin' it live.
 Movie and soundtrack beware of those nigga.
 JT Tha Bigga Figga an Mac Mall puttin it down, sewin up this independent Bay
 Area nigga.
 Takin it world wide.
 Ya understand me boi?!
 Uh.
 Yea, yea, yea!


 *(Chorus)*

 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 You know I want it nigga
 I know you got it nigga
 when you see me pull out my heat, juss come up out it nigga.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 My bottle will make ya body shake sucka.
 Don't flinch.
 Don't Move.
 Don't break.
 Or today is gon' be your last day