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Mixed Bizness [US] (Beck) · Mixed Bizness [Australia] (Beck) · Mixed Bizness [Import] (Beck) · Terror Strikes: Always Bizness, Never Personal (The Terrorists) · Rockin' Is Our Bizness (The Treniers) · With Jeff Beck (The Yardbirds) · The Best of Jeff Beck [EMI] (Jeff Beck) · Eric Clapton/Jimmy Page/Jeff Beck [Box] (Eric Clapton) · Beck, Bogert & Appice (Beck, Bogert & Appice) · Beck Bogert & Appice Live (Beck, Bogert & Appice) – and 90 other albums »


above, smoke burnin from this bud
Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?
I'm born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {​NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}​
BDP
aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD
Ain't here for no fronting just to say a little something
You suckers don't like me cause you're all about nothing
However, I'm really fascinating
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't
taking all whether big or small 

We got a ? beat and it's dope, def y'all 
Every day of the week you're at my beck and call 
You want to try me out?
and facility you're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility

I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an Emcee if
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
shit
Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
You're up next
After you I'll drink a Beck's
Contact another L, listen to raising hell
Run these MCs back to the lab
When I stab tracks I slash backs
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
sentenced a hundred years 
It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears 
My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs 
All you
the blunts make a mixed drink
And don't you dare say that I ever care what a bitch think
She ain't a single but for me she tryna lip sync
And once the lips
Make a one a reckon you I think you would have done 
You come in a the place no satisfaction 
Don't you know say Daddy me Daddy me Snow yes me is
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
If you don't dig this you
Defiantly ain't from down here
Bounce with me

I'm from across the state of crunkest?
Even haters love this
Some
the new
I used to go by the name of MC Shazaam
But now you know me as Afrika Baby Bam

[ CHORUS ]
the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day
But do what to do and yo who am I to say
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me
2: 
Like an SP1200 you can't replace me even if you play safety 
I'm still scoring touchdowns with contracts 
I start well, see we a cartell
2: 
Like an SP1200 you can't replace me even if you play safety 
I'm still scoring touchdowns with contracts 
I start well, see we a cartell
[DJ Quik]
I don't get it
I mean you niggas claim to be riders and thugged out
And super OG and all that old shit
But for real, what would you really
a dred rolling dolo
Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo
I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out
To kick that Shogun slogan

I ordered Hennessey