Lyrics:
you ain't with the biz
Stop wasting my time
That's how I do it
Cause I already know
Bitches be scheming up
So I keep shit on the low
That's how I do
and freundeskreis to tie the knot
Blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is (ha!)
First's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz
That's what it
the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still
shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with
Uh, I do remember, girl, I do remember
How you said I was your temper, made me feel like a contender
You acknowledge other niggas who you knew was
Man, y'all don't know what y'all do for me
You see, without y'all, none of this would matter
I mean none of it
So I say thank you
Listen
Out
Man, y'all don't know what y'all do for me
You see, without y'all, none of this would matter
I mean none of it
So I say thank you
Listen
Out
Hey, hey hey yeah, yeah hey hey oh
Hey, hey hey oh, hey oh i do remember
Uh, I do remember, I do remember
How you said I was your temper
Made me
exactly what it is
How He got up on that tree, and, handled His biz
He set me free, He let me be,
And He can do the same for you, that He did for me
It's
espande dal tuo hi-fi
Scuoto le menti agli elementi in stand-by
Se è una guerra esco allo scoperto
Col mio arsenale di rime in prima fila ad ogni concerto
what you do, but don't be rawing that
I used to try and rip by the stoop but shorties was off of that
I can bird box from the stoop to where the corner
don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
If u no like
We no dey biz ooo
Yeah yeah
We dey collect your girl
With the flex ooo
Chorus
Whine for me girl
Ooh my baby won’t you grind for me girl
backed by god And i swear oh lord ima do what im sayin
You aint seen real till you made my acquaints
Hustle hard gotta make it home to the babies
Put it
I said Dawg, it don't make sense
Put ya mind to it and theres nothing you can't get
Ima need tints and my whip on rinse
If this aint bout the biz
grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm
(Chorus) [D-Mac]
I had to, get it how I live
I had to, go and take them risks
I had to, take care of my biz
I had to, Man it is what it is I had to
I
I got nothin left to give
I done gave this shit my all
Put everything into this biz
U knowin that we gonna ball
U take the shot and u might miss
I need a haircut too Biz, plus a straight jacket
Cos I got into show biz to be a babe magnet
Now my honey dip left and I'm on my own
In
or not to be
I'm standing at attention cuz I'm ready for whatever
To many days and nights done gone by, it's time to get up out this desert
Enemy come like
I’m just tryna get better year by year yeah yeah I’m annual wit it
I’m just tryna come up with a promo plan so dope how can you forget it
Tryna do my
Back in high school bitches rarely ever fucked with the kid
I was labeled as a weirdo
Never had dinero, But guess how many fucks do I give
I'd have
Poughkeepsie
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt
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