The Hurt Business
Wale, Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn
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(Grr) Ayo (Grr) Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (grr) Ayo, I'm on the Lear talkin' Flair His face all bloody, robe hangin' off, got hit with a chair (ah) Wore our best tints to the dance floor, Greg Valentine lower tops Blow his brains out, right off the handlebars (boom, boom, boom, boom) Doggypile the Di Vinci's, tremendous Push a three door Benz, they never comin' out, I had twins (skrrt) Walked up on him, pulled my gun out close Take that fuckin' chain off (take that fuckin' shit off) I need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope (ah) Duffle bag rumors when we re'd up My dread shot five niggas, move to VA and rock the Caesar Peace almighty, grimy (peace) Kimbo edition, my alma mater is Federal prison (ah) Guess who ran the day room? Don't touch the wrong TV I'm watchin' 106 and Park with my shades on Niggas gettin' pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm talkin' old fashion, shooter got a coke habit (boom, boom, boom, boom) Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (all my niggas in the box) When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked) Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (all my niggas in the box, ah, Kushed god, bitch) When one come home, then another got knocked (uh, then another get knocked) It only take a half a second to establish the hit (really) Send my lil' homie at you, have him stab through your KITH Got a kilo on my neck, nigga, average a brick Your bitch face painted on my pants, ravishing Rick (uh) How stylish is this? No hate, no malice is this Whippin' heavy, all these carats on wrists Thousand dollar bottle sprays, my whole palate is rich Ménage à trois times six, nigga, Paris was lit I get more twat, more checks than you (I shake the spot) You a vegan, now you a vegetable (I spin the block) All guns blazin', my man got locked Came home, went back, he said it's vacation (uh) Up top shakin', just stuffed a Backwood of eighth when West made the tag from the apron (really) Five star suites to bust plays, you do the Days Inn (uh) Get to the money, everyday spent Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (all my niggas in the box) When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked) Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah) When one come home, then another get knocked (Wale, uh, let's go, then another get knocked) Alhamdulillah, most valuable like Hassan Assad Got enhancements on them hammers, they'll do their job On my side, Cullinan with the windows down Play whatever hand I get, but never ever show my card Lay down, niggas ain't thug, don't think we can't tell It ring out, coughin' up blood, look like you're Gangrel Folarin poppin', fiends coppin', that's my young one A lot of shoppers don't look like Rockers because they Young Bucks Okay, who doper than them? I got two pair of Duncan Foams and I ain't open 'em yet A nigga been floatin' on these vocals, I been a GOAT with the pen And niggas snub me all they want, we keep revolvers for that Folarin is back, I tried to keep my dawg out the trap He say he got it with that rock like Kevin Hart and McMahon It's hard to be great and honestly way harder when black And I feel like Jake Roberts, boy, slimin' is back, for real Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (all my niggas in the box) When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked) Flyest motherfuckers got the game on lock (got the game on lock, ah) Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots) Allah, please forgive all my niggas in the box (look, yeah, all my niggas in the box, ah) When one come home, then another got knocked (then another get knocked)
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Written by: Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Sean Pompey, Alvin Lamar Worthy
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