It Ain't For Play

(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 niggas 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