The Bigga Figga back on the mic

Poppin that shit that the young niggas like

Young playas comin up in the Moe

Down for the cause down for the bolo

Gankin, bankin, rankin, young playas like me be makin

Fools like you wanna ride the jock

When a nigga like me just started and start to clock

I gotta get paid I mean real fast

Cause a nigga doin bad gotta make cash

So I'm rollin around in a bucket

With a nine in my lap say fuck it

See a nigga in a 69' Coug

Gold ones and Vogues damn he's a fool

And he ain't from the S.F.C.

Where the nigga put my gloves on, G

But they can't find a fingerprint

Hand in a glove god damn no evidence

Fuck that shit I gotta get away quick

I gotta find another lick

There's a sucka on the third floor

The nigga leaves his house everyday about four

The bitch is outside candy on the ride

Damn the brother's fly

So me and my homies start creepin

But a brother on the bike is straight peepin

Tryin to watch for the riches

But I know what's going on a sucka straight snitchin

And you know he's trying to stop it

With a gun and a badge, walkie talkie in his pocket

Now he's trying my patience

Just because he works the Northern Police Station

So gets your cuffs and your badge

Cause a playa like me gonna kick some ass

Brothers in my business better leave it alone

And the title of the song is mind your own



(yeah that's these five o ass niggaz, JT pop that shit

about these bitches)



One day me and my homie T.B.

Young Seff and the homie Young D 

Moe headed to the studios to lay some vocals

For the homies in Frisco

Poppin you know watch the hoes jockin

Keep the beat rockin yes I be clockin

G's gettin paid on the under though

A young brother gettin paid at the studio

Freak by freak ho by ho

A nigga like me is here to let you know so

A playa like me gonna do my thang

But the hoes around the way like to gang-bang

Tell the freak to come to the house 

And you live in Fillmoe

And the chick say fuck no

Damn dirty little tramps

Them hoes ain't got it like that

To be fuckin up a nigga coochie

Trying to fuck with the young J.T.

And I hate to mention, you want attention?

Get some longer extensions

Bitches, hoes, sluts 

Walking around with no butt

Dirty hoes sharing clothes

And you talkin about rollin on Vogues

Dirty little bitch peasant I'm a call her

Tryin to get pregnant by a baller

Bitches in the Moe ain't no good

Livin low tryin to move in Turkwood

So they can give a party every weekend

Damn bitches be tweakin

Like me I tried to make a cake

She poured salt that's the whole mistake

And check it out all in my mix

Jockin fiending for the dick

But a friend is really trying to stop her

Getting big-headed and now she's playing proper

Got a little ass, got a little clothes 

No money and the bitch got a big nose

Not cool now bitch who's the fool?

You listen to your friend now you got schooled

You can't lay me and you can't play me

A girl like you ya might bet sprayed see

You're phony plus you don't know me

Thinking you a Roni

Hoes in my business better leave it alone

And the title of the song is mind you own, bitch



On the average day chilling in the parking lot

Not getting paid selling rocks or the fucking hop

Cause it's time to rhyme on gotta get a grind on

I think I got a beep, (nigga use my phone)

It's the manager and he wants me to go 

To do a little show and he wants me to flow

I said I'm wit it where's the location

It's right by the nation so bring a donation

Filled to the brim talkin bout packed

All these people came to see a brother rap

So let me riggity-rap, riggity-roe

Riggity-riggity-reggae, mayday mayday, bitches payday

So come pay me before I pay you

But gafflin and gankin and you won't have a clue

Cause I'm so good and I'm so raw

And somebody's gettin paid I'm the one that you saw

Mind your own