Lyrics:
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
'Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
E-dub be the best thing
son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met
first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to
Hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels
So here to settle the score
Blow up the track
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
Any beef with us, we ain't letting shit go
E-Dub, no one replacing me
If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
Boy,
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
Woah, she know my bag bigger
I just came home and I pass niggas
John on the beat, let's do it (Great John on the beat by the way)
Free Biz, he put
Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good pussy
Sniff coke off a crisp hundred
Stay blunted, silk pants, sip France
Chicks dance, I stand in the pimp
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
Love the way you shake bubble up baby make it fizz
All eyes on you so you know you can get the biz
Buss down baby, Buss down baby
Yea
I walk up on ya
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
scream they do they say dance too
Beach trips oceans views I act a damn fool
Did you down your getting wood right by the mantel
Bitch listen when I talk I
a lame-ass dub
I miss the days way before I remember
Lighting a pyre just by stoking the embers
Earth wind and fire, never tire of September
So wake me up
on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart
Oh it's money man? Handle your biz -- we the ones
that'll strangle your kids, make
down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
you wanna stay by you)
All these hunnids in the air do your dance baby
You gon put me in a trance make me never wanna leave
So whine for me girl like
real
Like love and the fans pile
Brands nike sealed
Buying love the in the land
Understand rightly kneel
Dry dub at the dance so respect my feel
ain't
As we dance when we’re out in the moon light
Take a chance what’s the man on the moon like
In a trance take my hand and we flew by
Space man everyday
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
boy
I'm talking business
With a B-I-Z
You don't know me, you don't own me
You ain't got me, you ain't got me by the oop oop
Get your hands up, get 'em
off
I handle biz
Yeah the biz I handle
I do it get it done
And be back around
No back down
Make her juke it
And twerk it for me
Turnt up and nothing
Bruh you heard KA$$H??
Yeah
Can’t lose this place
It’s where I pour my soul
It’s where I score my goals
DistroKid and logging
And dance, I’m getting
Heard you dance for tips in the night
Not for fun anymore I guess that’s
Atlanta living
You made 100 k on a good night
Long day I bet you sleep nice
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