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Текст песни JT the Bigga Figga - Foul From the Start

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Chorus:This is goin` out to the youngstasThe nappy headed gappy little rumblasThe ones robbin` stores and them banks and shitWit the tec-9 gats and them xtra clipsThe ones wit the glocks, the ones wit the 45`sRunnin` `round the streets doin` homicideSo peep game from ya boy Bigga FiggaAnd let me tell ya how the shit go1978A young nigga born, growin` up around the wayBorn without a daddy shot in the procesVietnam war, cause he didn`t wear a vestMoms was broke, no money in the bankCause when they was young they used to smoke a lotta dankBeen graduated to the dope and the boozeCouldn`t afford milk, couldn`t afford shoesLivin` in the projects not tryin` to get outWellfare is poppin` and she`s tryin` to find a spoutSon coming up and seeing this shitNo time for school cause he gotta pull a lickBy this time he did to my clickTomorrow is the first and they all wanna flipRed light bandit`s caught red handedNow we in the hall when they left his butt strandedCouncelor, councelor can I use the phone?Now he kinda scared and he wanna call homeNo type of guy that`s in no type of teaches... tried to warn him but she seems she couldn`t reach her...Goin` to the ramp, sorta like a summer campIn a few weeks he get a home-pass soonWhen he hit the streets man you know he gonna boomMoms can`t tear him off nuttin` but a hugBut a few close homies gonna show a little loveA dub sack here and a dank sack thereWho ever said that life was fairNow he got a warrant cause he didn`t wanna go backP.O. ain`t shit and he ain`t cuttin` no slackNow he on the streets and he can`t be slippin`Cause at the hall we got a y.a. commitmentIt ain`t gettin` better it`s only gettin` worseI stroke a bad luck, better yet a bad curseThe system is set for us to straight failuresAsk the O.G`s any black man will tell yaOn the way to comin` up, got about a GAnd about 2 O`s two more will make a QPGangstas watch ya back, homies gettin` downOne more week he be on a half a poundThat`s half of a half of a cake ya knowGettin` so large they need to call him Mr. BlowOr better yet, call a nigga Mr. B12Gettin` clientele for makin` the shit swellCause back on the street there`s a drought on the shitGot to make some money, so it`s time for a lickWatchin` out for the neighbourhood baller, a little bit tallerThen the next nigga tryin` to pull a motherfuckin` triggaPlottin`, scheming, waitin` for the beamerTo pull up so he can run up and put the gun upTo the dome, so we can get the cash flowBut little did he know that the baller was a proAnd waitin` for jackers and all type of niggasWit automatic trigger just waitin` to give a Rat-tat-tat and a pop-pop at a young buckNow he stuck and they couldn`t give a motherfuckChorus

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