The Hard Way

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JT the Bigga Figga

Joseph Tom (born November 8, 1971), better known by his stage name JT the Bigga Figga, is an American producer and rapper from the Fillmore neighborhood of San Francisco, California. He has produced music on over one hundred albums, for artists including Daz Dillinger, Master P, The Game, San Quinn, and Messy Marv. more »

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1996

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It's a hot summer day in the year of 84' 
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store 
Watchin' the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich 
Slangin' the fat brown bags of the good shit 
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though 
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store 
Broke as f*ck kinda bummy with nappy hair 
But what can I say when a playa's on welfare 
Life is hard and I'm only 13 
Always on a prowl, always on a scheme 
There wasn't nothin' to do but have fun 
Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium 
Get the T.I., get the Guess shirts 
Get the fresh couch break for the turf 
Doin' it boley never in fear 
Gettin' they punk ass for about a year 
Until I got called, went to the hall 
Writin' on the wall, waitin' for a hair call 
Released to moms, what can I say 
Off to Sears, the very next day 
Now Sears is easier 'cause it's in the area 
Walk to the back of the rack then carried the 
Shit back to the stolen car 
Drive and park by the house is not too far 
My gear was fat but still no money though 
Talked to my homey then got fronted so 
Stackin' my shit, hustlin' cash 
Gotta get out, gave him his half 
Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin 
Then we go to some O's then I went solo 
Stackin' my pay gettin' it on 
Got myself a beeper and a cellular phone 
A donkey roll, a twenty-two 
Jumped on my bike, headed for school 
Locked up my shit, 'cause the fools be gankin'
A young nigga pimpin' that Benjamin Franklin 
So I walked the halls, wishin' the Merrier 
Hooked up with a freak by the cafeteria 
Hair was long, pretty with butt 
I told the freak I was about to cut 
So call me at eight and don't be late 
When I left the school there was a big mistake 
So I jumped on my bike and headed for the set 
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret 
For not stayin' in school, for just doin' my work 
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk 
So I'm on the run and I better run fast 
'Cause if I don't they're gonna beat my ass 
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave. 
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh 
Jogged to the third floor runnin' the dope spot 
A playa too quick a young brotha can't get caught 
Bitch want credit better go to the bank 
Then my homey walked in with the straight-laced dank 
Two young playas gettin' high on the couch 
In a spot, at a dope fiend's house 
Two hours passed now it must be cool 
'Cause I gotta make money f*ck going back to school 
Wrapped up for the crime now I gotta do time 
But when I'm out I'll be back on the grind 
All my homies kept flippin' and the man kept trippin' 
But me JT, I'm a victim of the system 
Shit got thick but what can I say 
In the life of a player but that is the hard way 

Now it's 92', as you can see 
So I gotta get paid from the R-A-P 
I was in the dope game now I'm in the rap game 
But I gotta get paid so f*ck the fame 
I'm a tell ta, it goes somethin' like this 
By any means necessary I'm gettin' my grits 
Here's a little somethin' by the man 
He's always schemin' up a plan 
Always tryin' to say which way is right 
Always tryin' to force us to the way of life 
Of robbin', killin', straight dope dealin' 
Young niggas runnin around tryin' to be villians 
So they offer us minimum wage 
Knowin' damn well we're gonna get the 12 gauge 
To go outside and pull a jack or a caper 
Hopin that we make front page of the paper 
Extra extra, black brotha dead 
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred 
When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie 
Talk about justifiable homicide 
Then they say we no good at all 
And if we are, for just raps and basketball 
Niggas ain't shit, niggas all lazy 
All they do is f*ck go to jail and have babies 
Shit, I'm not that nigga 
I'm JT the one and only Bigga Figga 
That's one of the reasons why I'm doin my own thang 
Now I know you've heard the song, so mind your own mane 
And you'll be fine and you be cool 
And all you young brothas, you better stay in school 
Quit runnin' around tryin to be the neighborhood jacker 
Better go to recess and eat some cheese and crackers 
Before you find yourself layin' up on a tombstone 
Gonna be there forever, 'cause that is your home 
No more TV and no more Nintendo 
No more bikes and no more friends bro 
You better wake up before it's too late 
Before you find yourself standin' out in heaven's gate 
'Cause you tryin' to get in but no my friend 
'Cause ya die, or committed a sin 
Tryin' to peel a cap but ya got your cap peeled 
Now your mother's outside wonderin' why you got killed 
Use better judgment in the game you play 
In the life of a black man but that is the hard way

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