Lyrics:
and break
Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We
(Ayy, Biz, good lookin')
Whoa
You gon' do what to who? Huh? (what?)
Lil' nigga, I dare you (let's go)
I'm the same nigga that ride with that
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
Famous, leave with the nigga you came with (came with)
Dangerous, I don't fuck around with no lame shit
'Scuse me, we tryna get by with that Uzi
Finna
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
of his life got her away and he won't never catch her
Now she getting dicked down by biz like a stress test
I'm in Little Caesar's eating on some pizza
sling with Trisha, but she think that it's a date
Early presidential, but it's punchin' in your face
I put diamonds in my mouth, now I'm talkin' outta
try? Out here ain't no wifi
How will you be noticed on an island that's surrounded by the ocean
That's the show biz, in this music maintain your focus
message, I'ma ah touch a couple lives
Word of mouth is great, tell a friend to tell a friend
Tell them Google up my name with that music on the end
Now
officially do it with guns on tour
We lock down traps, push caps galore
My wiz cook work 'til it scale like fish
My old earth even known to handle biz'
I
get high off iz
and Make the Music With My Motherfuckin Mouth like Biz
to rip apart all clicks that got heart
Make em talk into my boot like Maxwell
how that work, it was written I ain't choose it
So, it's only natural that it comes out in my music
Stress told me this my Black Album, I said you
(Poom Poom)
Poom Poom, yeah (Poom Poom)
Hey lil' shorty, what yo name is?
Catchin' all this wreck in the music biz
How'd you get that body my
Mother with that mouth
It's called
It's called do you kiss your mother with that fucking mouth
Huh
Ah ha ha because the fucking youth of society
You shut
u*, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that c***** and that
and expand like the afro
With menacing music seriously I'm sinister
I shout, move about, turn it out like minister
Diggin the flip-side when I slide I gets
route
Pass the mic then pass the torch I'm gone
But never leaving cuz they need me to stay in my zone
Let it be known if you want it with B.I.Z you gotta
racist
Hating rappers on no name basis
Left behind, like Chi town scorched earth
Building vitriol that's got girth
What comes out your mouth makes me mad
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
this biz are a bunch of vultures
I'm a bull
But I define gravity, you don't want to get sad with me
What a travesty
Your majesties a fake
To laugh with
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You'll find out only if she
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