Lyrics:
up your mouth and speak the word into your biz
Better do it quick 'fore your Mrs. turn to a Ms.
If you ain't 'bout that money how the hell you gettin'
the label's talkin? shit
Will respect, it keeps it gangsta but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make you
served
On top of that, all your friends know my words
I accomplished more than you will in your whole life by the time I was eighteen
Never workin' a 9
fuckin wit shit I did
26 and been through it
Tellin it like it is
Comin up with tight shit
To make your girlfriend love me
Hunt me like
live by the code she loving my tactics
Loving my tactics, she loving my tactics
I told her my biz now she wanna get active
I told her to chill cause
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
And they don't understand now
Wanna be the man now
Started out with nothing
Now a n***a got a plan now
I don't need your loving
If you ain't chasing
my mission is to chill
I'n'i think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway
What makes me happy
Desert Storm firm Biz
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
work with big L's, now they looking like Ma$e
We been tryna make M's, we been setting that pace
I been tip top since Last Supper hit. Shit
Father Flow
and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by
All over the states
You should get on knees
These rappers spoke
To yo face!
Uh
High as a pitch!
Wild like stitch!
Cammie all over
Your music n
Cloud n
really don't know who your dealin' with now
Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen
Thankful for every breath I'm givin',
but we send them out in duffles
Break it down and hit the block and make back more than double
They don't wanna hear this fully, growll, they tryna
to teach
Each and every one idiotic son
Tryna make it, you can't fake it
The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked
Your speech is
know your whole damn family
Can't we make some deal my dawg, lets get some understanding"
I don't give no fuck about no nigga tryna beg
Give no fuck, yo
ounce
Shit
Take your time with it
Slow it down in it
Hit the ground hoe
Mouth is loud with it
The way that melanin is caked up
Curves cuz she is caked up
the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not
sweating
It always works out you don't second guess it
If you need a team you got a squad for backup
They your ace in the whole
You tell'em don't make
I grew up with no silver spoon in my mouth
Had to work hard, had to do it myself
Not everybody is deserving of help
Go get your own, don't just sit
been on acres, uh
Fur coats and minks and I still make paper
Don't get pressed about the flex
That shit is bad for your health
Yeah, penny for my
with a nine
They from front street, make believe block
Got an attitude avenue, liars lane
Your life ain't compatible, not to mine, you insane
You belong
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
this biz
And ridin' with no jimmy 'cause I'm cautious of another kid
Easily she's movin' south, easily she pulls it out
Easily she opens her mouth, I
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