Handle Ur Bizness
M.O.P.
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Check check check Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness?! Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness?! Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel What the rawdog feelin? An author like, Terry McMillan The cat that, maniac My fam dark as death in less than a minute (The world stop spinnin') The rapid firing squad Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill) Loud wires and bombs, firing arms Look, we all for it Its the dutch burning herbalice Gallon drinkin' alcoholics Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out Kept it real ever since the first jam came out First family turned this whole rap game out Sheisty individuals, tryin' to wipe my name out But they don't f*ck around cause they know I back that thing out And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness?! Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness?! Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did) Who that? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!) I'm hopin that your focused on the side 'Cause frontin' on me and my, mad niggaz die Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore You don't listen. See, gee I'm on a mission. Look, be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can't change!) The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin (Retality's real) Fatality's ill When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal (Clap, clap) Get your gat (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the f*ck back Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness?! Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel Ah Handle your business Can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled Back out your steel Face mine 'cause I'm here Dog its' all clear Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare Then the want to doubt The Kid Who analyze this whole fucking shit? Trying to make somethin' out of it Explode quicker than landmines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides Bump this in your Lex coupe Or your Lex hoop Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute (The Crew) How many niggas runnin with me? (this few) A hundred niggaz gunnin with me (to shoot) Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty Ain't nothin' but the thugs Slangin out hollow slugs (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today) I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday Salute!
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Written by: E Murry, Jamal Grinnage
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