(feat. Tha Gamblaz, Cosmo)



[Verse 1: JT The Bigga Figga]

I'm been tryin to get it for so long up in this rap game

Pushin and grindin, movin tapes to get my stack mayn

Lovin it, shit get thick you know we thuggin it

Put our hands in the money playa you know we bubblin

Tycoonin, tryin to get 'em to see me vision

Focus the homies on freedom instead of prison

All the shit that goes on, I have you goin schizo 

Make a playa think he supposed to be up on the sixth flo' 

New cousin, ain't nothin flopped from bein locked up

Earn the stripes on the block, gettin yo self popped up, imagine that

Start grindin in 2000 when police set up shop in every ghetto public housin

Cameras in the steering wheels even when you be pissin

Rocks in your looks start havin niggaz is snitchin

Slippin off the cocaine, blunts, and Remy Martin

In the projects nigga we start beef in the apartments



[Chorus x2: JT The Bigga Figga]

I got a nine in my pocket when released again

Gold on my neck my debts close in hand

What you say-it ain't for play

What you say what you say-it ain't for play



[Verse 2]

[Telly Mac]

Man you got to get, before you claim the click

I know you wanna get the chips in this change for bricks

We in a mix like craze and friend, case the plan

From the street to the studio we move weight for brands

Thanks to fans, now my click stands with authority

We put it on the map from Fillmoe to Morrissey 

Put one-three I'm puttin you through this surgin 

I'm West Coast splurgin, techs mo' burnin

We bad boys servin a verse and for hard earnin

I ain't tryin to teach, but I'm hopin ya'll learnin

The world turnin nigga, and it ain't for play

For the Y2K, Get Low take over the Bay

If you in the way, you better duck cuz we ain't for play

Plus we smokin dank day to day 

Blaze the J, I got a couple thangs to say

Keep it real on the one dog it ain't for play 



[The Commissiona]

I'm watchin time go by tryin to come up with a master plan

To stack mil and flip hundreds to grams

Man it's crunch time hard on the grind

Feelin like I'm on a dead line but really y'all just take what's mine

When my mind focused on the faces here to shake the nation

Anxiously I wanna ball but stand patient

Trickin CD's and tapes for the meantime 

Hustlin to live lavish out this ghetto life status

It's all work stuck in a lab 

Plus 20 cowards tryin to earn money, respect, and then power

I want it all but I gotta go to jail

For the new millennium I'm here to stay mayn I'm after my chips



[Cosmo]

Let's put it all on the table

Rhyme for rhyme, line for line, dollar for dollar and see who shine

I know the word's out and they heard 'bout my team

Since I was young I had dreams about puddles of cream

And fuckin fine ho's, burnin ounces of hydro

And prayin that I don't get popped, when the nine blow

That's what I rhyme fo', to be in this shit 'till my time go

Cuz rappin and hustlin is all that I know

Started off cookin this dope, crooked and broke

Dodgin jail cells lookin for hope

Learnin my do's and my don't's in this rap game

It ain't about the fame or rockin phat chains it's just like the crack game

Either you ball or you fall in it

It's dirty business around my way, and homie we all in it

It's much more than just beats and rhymes

Hope I ain't dead before I reach my time

The streets is mine



[Chorus x3: JT The Bigga Figga]

I got a nine in my pocket when released again

Gold on my neck my debts close in hand

What you say-it ain't for play

What you say what you say-it ain't for play