Lyrics:
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
I feel like I been here before you gimme deja vu
You should already know that I don't play bout you
I don't want nobody wanna stay by you (Stay by
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
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
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
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
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
handle biz
Lunchables and sandwiches
Dude dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick
Never heard of witnesses
Better make sure I'm innocent
18 shots at 3
packs
And grow my hustle
By triple double
It's a Russel
It is what it is (it is what it is)
My momma called me and said boy handle your biz (ok mama)
I
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
hustlin' man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda and if I did's
'Cause that's just the past, you
Eric, dance!
I tried to take the high road
Let bygones be bygones
I tried to take the high road
But now another life's gone
What you expect from
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
gotta do is keep hustlin man, don't ever give up
I don't care what it is, handle yo' biz
Forget about the woulda, coulda, and if I did's
Cause that's
still has my back
Has my back, has my back
Sold the biz and I made a couple hundred racks
Gave some to the homie just to help him stack
Now he switched up
Like a diabetic
That'll have you pissing like a diuretic
I set it for the dudes that rap and dance
I'm a beast
See that shit ain't by happenstance
I spit
about it so verbally
Dance around me
Like I was a paraplegic
In a do-si-do competition
Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet
Yadda Yadda
A whole
igga-may anyway
I get ill when I feel like, gettin' biz
You know what that is? I know what that is
When I be rippin' everybody know what that is
Rewind,
Baby know you bad enough
Baby I can't get enough
I can make you dance
I can make you wanna leave this club with me like I'm your man
Baby I can make you
another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without
the Seiko
Or Timex, I suplex, get biz on the cossacks
Put 'em in a line then I ask, "Who's next?"
Grand Puba, guaranteed to make a big hit
Doin' much
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
Then joked at your expense
Did being different ever cost you a chance?
Then this is for you baby
Come dance
Yeah she said dance
You must be confused by
twisted
I will light ya, fight ya, in the middle of the party
With a hundred thugs right by me, and you don't wanna try me
What I got to lose? And I'm mad
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