Jt The Bigga Figga Nuttin But A Hustla Lyrics

Nuttin But A Hustla Lyrics

Thinking about the things that I used to do

Back in the days fuckin around with the crew

87, 88, 89

Stealing cars snatching purses sometimes a grind

I found a way to get mine

When shit got thick best believe I bought a nine

I carried my bitch everywhere I went

Tryin to get rich cause time was spent

Making those money moves making those money moves

Making those money moves a nigga can't lose

I wanted to come sick

A drop-top Firebird with a 92' kit

Candy paint with the gold trim

Leather interior with the rims

It was hard to stop

Bitches on my jock but money over cock

But it didn't work that way

Got trapped by the system a nigga had to pay

And go do a little time

Had a lot on my mind so I started to rhyme

Now it's 92' back on the scene again

But this time strapped with a pad and pen

Came to spit this gift I got

Poppin that shit cause it's got to be popped

All you sucka MCs must learn

Hooked up with my boy named Herm

Got rushed to the studio

Three months later getting seen on the video

Then you talkin bout JT, when's your next show

Can I go, can I go?

I don't think so bro

Cause you tried to play me

So take it for what it's worth

Puffn on dank while I'm dippin through the turf

Mackin on your ho

Yeah I got game cause she paid for the indo

Call me a gaffler call me a sucka

The nigga JT ain't nothin but a hustla



Ain't nothin but a hustla (2X)

Fool, ain't nothin but a hustla

An A-1 hustla



Can I get a fade cause I'm passin more licks

Back to back eleven seven straight hits

Pass the blunt and brew yeah I thought you knew

That I'd tear the fold before I come anew

I guess he had a feeling and he knew 

I was gonna break him

Cause now he's getting paid telling me how to shake em

And get em off the wall

I'd be a damn fool to listen and let you call

Cause I'm a do my thang

Get the money and the watch 

And the mothafuckin gold chain

Cause I'm a play for keeps

If a nigga try to play me I'm a put his ass to sleep

Nighty night fool

JT the Bigga Figga coming from the new school

When I say the new school you know I mean playas

Gangstas, hustlas, straight rhyme sayers

Young niggas about 18

Coming up hard stackin green

Mackin on hoes gettin new clothes

Goin to the store buying Daytons and Vogues

Fresh out the box

All that shit without slangin them rocks

Yeah nigga nothing but a hustla

You just a busta your crew is straight suckas

I got niggas that's ready to roll

The Young Black Gangstas and the Outta Control

You can't peel me man do you feel me?

Your girl, she wanna steal me

And take me to a room and get it on

But when she go to sleep that's when I'm gone

Going through her purse like a roadrunner

And get your cash

Cause you ain't nothin but a play-a-ho

Now you wanna fight better yet a Captain Save a Ho

So put on your cape and find your gloves

Cause a playa like me is showin no love

You can get mad you punk little busta

The Bigga Figga boy ain't nothin but a hustla



(chorus)



Definition of a hustla

I ain't got time to be fuckin with you suckas

Niggas getting jealous and shit

But I'm a keep coming with them hits

Tryin to get away from the grind

Cause that's gonna lead to more time

So I chose to go down the right road

It'll be better is what I was told

As a young buck coming up

Didn't have shit so I didn't give a fuck

Found my way to the street corner

Fifty percent dope, fifty percent soda

But now it's a dope beat with a dope rhyme

Cause a nine will get ya time

In C.Y.A. or the state pen

Where it's all the same cause it's straight men

With no type of hoes and no money

Fuck cell commissary cause it ain't funny

I'd rather get a royalty check

Then on the corner tryin to break my neck

For a punk ass twenty sale

Fucking with this I'm gonna triple my mail

This song here's going out to the busta

The Bigga Figga nigga ain't nothin but a hustla



(chorus)



Get my money on