Lyrics:
Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
plenty bars, hard, dawg, and we're handling biz
We made it a sequel but now it's a trilogy, fully fueled by the Trinity
Still at war with the enemy every
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
still tryna get
The love, told my connect
I could get it from the plug
The feds come through, catch me
I might get a dub
Round here, my mama said, boy
by his side
A good hyna is hard to find, they all seem to be the same
Evil ways and no shame
I need a gangster girl
In my gangster world
Baby, ill
twenties them fifties them hunneds
Be calling me constantly calling me
Get off my biz maintain that swing low
Remind me how the big B hoe
In the biz by
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
spot
I'm dodgin' the cops watchin' my biz-ag fools kinda like a snitch
But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that shit
Check it out,
Leveller x Big guapz (flossin) produced by Rudie elorme
Intro :
Sick Town Music
Levels to this biz
Big Guapz
levels to this b*tch
King of the Rexs
watiaji wengi wamejaa kwa ground
what you know about blocks
been chased by cops
juu ma boy wako always on
kaa si biz niko off the phone
na push ma cali
to see me shining so I’m stocked up in the Benz
I’m in here by myself don’t wanna jeopardize my friends
Demanding my respect n I won’t play about my kin
to speak my mind I need a perky script
Them niggas told ain't even call you by your government
Ain't need no badge what department them niggas working in
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
is, here for ya home kids,
How these lil' niggas takin' over show-biz,
[Chorus]
There's boys in the hood, there's boys in the hood,
Ya'll wanna
cuz
Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Biz convoys with the wagon on the side
waste no time
Cuz cupid's working overtime
Running for your love but I ain't running out of breathe
Been stepping on these boys I got my foot up on they
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
take the world by storm
Sky blessed, the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B R double-O K-lyn in the planet
Family
Yeah
I, I
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet (I, I)
Ooh (Na Na, steady rise, peace, dada), baby
I gotta get you home with me tonight (gotta get you
Now that nigga dead
Huh, slid like a sled
Huh, blick by the legs
Big body Benz
Hit a bitch by her friends
Huh, Chrome Heart skully on
Huh, but my
"Gimme my shit, lil' bitch."
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how
started to write
And I changed my whole life when I picked up the mic
Now I run the show biz
Shawtys be throwing me roses
I shoot my shot and it goes in
fun have, have, have fun
Saturday's the day that bring me joy
Jumping in a hoop, pick up my boys
Shorty D, B Love, light with a big bite
Sparking up
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