Lyrics:
your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, what's up, ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't
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
thanks
For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin, that had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard
I'm all bout my damn biz
And dat 319 nigga a phoney
He dirty, snitching on my damn plans
I mean, how could someone be as wavy, acting like your homie
of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how
rocking with that guy, it's serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
So hot
is
Well fitted clean cut prepared to handle ya biz
This that, music that love you with flow as wet as a bubble
Got the diamond encrusted with Stacy
it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh
[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big
I die of this dream
So they say!
It's all about the cream
Oh yeah they say!
Time to move your own biz
Oh yes we say
Better focus on your greens
doin it to
Lay up, lay back, in my room with a view
Wanna handle my biz on the low, keep it respectable
Make my music, keep it professional
I know
shine Get up and rise n grind
Hardest part About the biz Showing up on time
Moments pass you by Now Look how time fly
Call it family ties All your
somethin and run it
Add a hot boy threw with me and stun it
(I'm Hot) Still cats wanna outlash me
I'll smash outlast your best MC
Make him trash that cd,
get heaters to the dome, don't weep
You on fleek? Shut your lip
Petty little puppets, but they claiming to be free
What I gotta do to make a mufucka
thinking
Is what u creating
Need to treat your body like its a temple
With the universe im moving nimble
Dancing to your tune is very instrumental
How
that mouth do
Bring your friends so I could see what they're about too
I not happy with my life
Since my moma died
All that pain I have inside
People
to make these crackers richer
But u too blinded by the light to even get the picture
Now I ain't saying if he ain't doing don't get ya paper
But understand
business wey you fit start fit start
Take tea. Drink that mind your biz wax
Open your ear when you're listening to this track
Na for your mouth them go hear
the class finally spoke up
Motor mouth bite your tongue or get your throat cut
These industry bullies didn’t notice they on notice
I need them to know that
be in the music scene
Make it through connects and not with dreams
Labels will change you to what they think
That will make profit without a blink
Is
drum
In your schemes and dreams of fortune walk one
Caution! keep the chin up, blink the eye out
Keep the infidel with the wishing well to dry out
Find
I'm handling my biz
He's the one I split the office with
Sounds like February Music
Sounds like February music
Cuz I love ya
Cuz I love ya
cnd I need
just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over,
know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin' over and I'm so glad
'Cause I
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
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