Daz Dillinger, JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, E-40 - Independent Babble lyrics

Dig that, oh boy
That's what I'm talkin' about
JT the Bigga Figga, e-40
Daz Dillinger, San Quinn
What up check it oh boy

Ya see I'm all about lavish shit
Plushed out havin' it
Fifty g's a twenty gauge on my cabinet
Shit, can't be half steppin'
Niggas be lookin' around blastin'
Niggas with any reppin'
My profession I selected, directed
Shit, I'm a boss nigga
And I'm highly respected (No doubt)
With the stacks cause I layed to
The game no pressin' it
Niggas wanna get down but niggas freebasin'
Fuck it up from the Beach down to Filmoe
Give it up
Niggas duckin' and it's real ghost
And a nigga hand in pain cause of the wrist
Countin' a million a stack matchin' it
Why try to fade me, the invincible
Principal comin' out as the invisible
I got it locked from every hood to every spot
To want a mack Glock, damn it stay hot
Every other sucker and buster beware
It's a Dogg Pound gangsta on
The loose out there
And I'm comin' I'm comin' comin' and comin'
And I'm runnin' I'm runnin' and
I'm gunnin' and I'm gunnin'

They can't stop my paper chasin'
Keep it crackin' on the back streets
Collectin' them chips and all stacks
Who be in tact
Nobody really knows the hustle
Sportin' one day, bouncin' back
With legs buckled, like that
Fortified, I know these niggas be hatin'
Watch they faces as they can't
Stand seein' me skatin' (Woo-woo)
Politicin' nah playa no polished tickets
Debt tapes, cash advances and meal tickets
Dogg Pound gangstas and the G-O-P
We from the 415 they from the 213
Beneath the layers like the window
Ballin' me and my kin folk
Squattin' on these twenty inch dubs
Tint on window

We independent in the game that we bubble
Cause it's the life, the life, the life
The life (The life)

We bring this shit like the Wild West
Filmoe to Foul-Set
We slang crack and run around with a tech
What did I mean
I'm tryin' to push something clean
Like a 500 CL, nigga please, believe
With the stackin' c, puttin' g's on g's
For another hit they beg
Oh please, oh please
Try to freeze our accounts
I put the strap on ya tongue
I'm doin' this to eat bitch
Not rappin' for fun
I'm the first to speak and the first to leap
With two concrete feet
Touchdown hurt the streets
Hold court in the streets
Judgement to the winner of beef
No more clubbin' nigga, no more sleep, uh

Spend safari
Ya better go cop a pack of smokes
40 why orwhere ya been
Oh you been givin' out
Prescriptions and antedotes
Takin' notes, shootin' dice
Practicin' my literature
With my folks, Filmoe niggas
Ask JT he the bigger figure
Nifty with my spitter
Full off that alcohol off The Liks
Old school zig-zag nigga smokin' on
Some of that cat piss
Pokin' and strokin' the batches
Patchin' up my dips seven-fifty a pop
Nigga that's how I been doin' this
Sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car
Independent shit
Fuckin' with these distributors
Tryin' to get nickel rich
Tryin' to get nickel rich
Fuckin' with these distributors
Moms and pops loyal fans, redeems and vans
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