Southern Exposure - Daz Dillinger/JT the Bigga Figga.mp3

Southern Exposure - Daz Dillinger/JT the Bigga Figga.mp3
Southern Exposure - Daz Dillinger/JT the Bigga Figga
[00:02.22](Verse 1-San Qu...
[00:02.22](Verse 1-San Quinn)
[00:15.60]Bust like a AK everybody make way
[00:20.01]Doin' this the ya way down to a lay way
[00:22.20]No cake, on a chase, on a case, anyplace
[00:24.36]Still here many rates one shot all it takes
[00:26.58]Ballin with the tapes, thought it was a case
[00:28.23]Let's investigate, how can one crew carry all this weight
[00:30.84]Stop, drop, get mopped, pop they all watch
[00:33.00]We shut down shop, hardcore and hot
[00:34.98]We were warned a lot and still swarm the spot
[00:37.26]We want spotlight if we perform or not
[00:39.24]GL, 2001, even though we only 3 buy a house for my son
[00:43.47](Verse 2-JT The Bigga Figga)
[00:44.07]Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow
[00:45.87]For the dough we're willing to store
[00:47.40]You wanna flow didn't know
[00:48.75]Seen as down for the pounds they boastin
[00:51.03]Three wheel motion we coastin, toastin
[00:53.46]Dime piece with crushed ice
[00:54.78]Project life ain't nice with three strikes
[00:56.91]And the vice, keep you on the run from the streets
[00:59.04]When they kickin in yo mama's house lookin for the heat
[01:01.20]Complete, shit ain't sweet we got beef
[01:03.42]On the street, uno deep we on feet
[01:05.49]Straight treat, wonderin why no reply
[01:07.98]Souljah rag cover my eye, we too fly
[01:09.24](Verse 3-Mississippi Mike)
[01:09.90]From a small town, Mississippi
[01:11.88]City of lights, seen bitches smoke weed
[01:13.74]Sell they own to pay the rent
[01:14.79]Like a matchbox can spread my wings
[01:16.65]Niggas be tryin to ball 'till they fall
[01:18.51]But this town is too small
[01:19.68]Gotta relocate them **** spots be hot
[01:21.81]And in my residents be full of dead presidents
[01:23.91]My occupation be gang related
[01:25.32]Try to stay motivated
[01:26.37]Addicted to chronic smoke and movin keys no joke
[01:28.89]A time to kill but feel another season to heal
[01:31.26]But I can't tell the system has failed
[01:32.94]Sweeter jail, got me under the spell
[01:34.56]Catchin tail, and dropped in this devil playground
[01:36.72]Don't frown, cuz niggas from C-Town get down
[01:38.70]Women don't frown, I'm huntin mils
[01:40.71]Still I'm on a paper chase
[01:41.97]Won't stop until I made a million
[01:43.26]I see ya mama pop 'em papa maybe
[01:45.06]Black sheep on my throne, I hold in my groan
[01:47.52]Sometimes I feel like waitin 'till their gone
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