Lyrics:
Everything on sale, goin' out of biz
Partners up in jail, gotta feed the kids
Juugin' 'round the city, you know what it is
Bread Winner business, put that
think he is?
He's supposed to be commercial like that song about the Biz"
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal wit' the switchin'?"
He's
I can't be alone with my head
I just playback everything that I said to her
I think that I'm better off dead
Let the meds take me away
I can't be
Chase, that, dreams, money
Get, cash, solo, bitch
By my, self, runnin', this rob
Don't know where I'm goin' all I
Know is it's up
Wake up, go
on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads)
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,
a fuck about all of this biz
And I know Ima take off in stride
I'm tired of livin' my life in a sim
And I know they be telling us lies
I can just see it
bought my crib
House so big
Like something
Off cribs
Got 5 kids
1 still in the crib
Gotta thank gOD
Ion stress bout bills
Ball by myself
Ion need no deal
this side
Yo it's definitely a party goin on, youknowmsayin
BCC, everyday all day
[Rock] Now when you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek]
doc's, Martin don't love animals
Gonna go gorilla mode when fucked with by the criminals
Off the brim, off the record, my hat doesn't match the sweater
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
Real town biz, I'm a problem in my prime
I go stupid, that Bentley my new scrape thang
Check in the telly, give 'em the fake name
Where I'm from, if
amplified
Sometimes you can’t deny, how small this world really is
Like running into a homie overseas on some biz,
And I don’t believe in coincidence man
in fact
Use your talent: every woman born knowin' how to act
Female macks (female mackin')
Just tell this nigga what to do
Play it off like it's
you niggaz know
straight what's goin down so
niggaz I clown
I surround you with the gang rollin
black and gold afforded
niggaz I'm straight strollin
(Chorus) B.G. 4x
Fuckin' with tha B.G.
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
Verse Two: B.G.
I ride dirty
the stu' goin' hard every day now
Niggas could say what they want, say what they want
They must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
yea
Security come by yellin' at us
What the fuck yo problem man
Had to tell that dudes to take bout 20 percent offs it there
We just tryna party yea
its my job
If it is I stick my dick up in this biz to get it off,
While I'm ticklin' the clitoris by stickin' it in soft,
Just to trick 'em like I'm
and show
Ya already know
Paint drippin off the door
Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with 'em no!
You may think I'm crazy never knew this type
time
To get low though
Pop out, hop in the whip
And there go my shorty
Yea she look fire
Pass me that forty
Then she get goin
Ya we dip, them police is
goin' stoops again rippin' on loops again
Trippin' while lucid off the pitch of the ukulele string By extension I'm plugged in pardon the euphemism Big
dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call the dealers
never seen by no witnesses
Partner, don't try to play dumb, look, you know what this is
Quit the biz cause y'all ain't ready for the outcome
No doubt,
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