Fatha Figga - Snoop Dogg, 2Pac - 2Pac

Hustlas, ballers, players 
Yeah, uh 
The father figure 
It don't stop, it don't stop 
Uh, it don't stop 
One love, one love 

[J.T. The Bigga Figga] 
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds 
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors 
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old 
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold 
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real 
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill 
In this California lifestyle that I live 
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs 
Survivin in the city is a serious task 
Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask 
Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU 
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two 

[Hook:] 
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too 
Baby youngsters wanna be like you 
You're the father figure of today 
We need to find a better way 

[J.T. The Bigga Figga] 
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks 
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts 
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin 
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin 
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool 
With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools 
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch 
Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know 

[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down 
It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a 
Comin through, in all gray and blue 
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay 
All over the world and out the UK 
Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G 
Cuz I'm what they love, you see 
I'll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em 
To the whale, leave em in a spell 
And I got a little story to tell 
For all my homies that's locked up in jail 
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real 
Cuz I know y'all dealin with the reals every day and 
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about 
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a 
bulletproof 
Hoo ride and slide around town in 
But yet and still, if I get peeled 
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real 
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas 
We spit game for all the real G's 
Feel up the (?) they love to have it 
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on 

[J.T. The Bigga Figga] 
Meanwhile back in the lab 
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad 
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular 
One dead head, two steps a my competitor 
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought 
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault 
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half 
Pullin capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz 
In for the cash 
Man this gang is thick 
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick 
And have em shook 
The four O crook didn't leave a clue 
Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do 

[Snoop Doggy Dogg] (Both) 
I'll keep doin what I'm gon do 
With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga 
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know) 
(We blow by like Jerry Rice 
Come back with styles that are oh so nice) 
Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC 
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days 
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways) 
I go the man and I get a (8 track) 
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack) 
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh 
Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all) 

[Hook] X 3