Lyrics:
este flow
Que yo me traigo
El Chojin lo hizo
Más bien lo dijo
Cito
Vo-ca-li-za
Twista revienta el micro
Big Metra me retó
Con ese estilo sin stop
Just
What is this rising with the quickness
It's strictly bizzness it's strictly bizzness
It's the realest reason why you feel this
It's strictly bizzness
Stri-stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (bounce that, bounce that ass, bitch)
Big booty hoe (what?)
Touch them toes (bounce)
Bounce that ass, bitch, don't you want
Its strictly business, but they in the feelings
When you make a killing they make you the villain
I know what the deal is, you know Im the realest
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but shit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite
the earth
Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph
Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag
Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had
here picking out my own coffin
And I'm locked in
Got a death wish
For my conscience like what's popping
Making big moves with strictly empty pockets
B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check it out, check it out
go hard in the streets strictly business
Once I eat, my niggas gotta eat too
If I get rich all my niggas living rich too
Long live Big Dogg I never
rose in the east
Till we reach the top, won't be no peace, cause it's
[Chorus:]
Strictly business, strictly business
Ain't no way I'm gonna stop
motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall
with TIP
Big ups to that I'm just trying to survive
Hungry wondering when my train will arrive
Do my own production
I'm good with the words
I appeal from
at least a house and Esgro
Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's
Yogi, the mellow low key
Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar
Or take your favorite Uncle Sam,
And shout a big hooray, it's strictly USA.
You never can know a country
Till you know the folks, see them
In their
uh-huh, lay it all out
Yeah, choo-choo
Let me rock you, baby
Rock you like a baby
Baby need a feel
Baby way too big
Baby
Baby
Baby way too big
Choo-choo
undercover
Got no time for nothing
This strictly big money discussions
I keep shit a hundred
Ain't stopping this train, It was all by design
The planets
[Prodigy]
I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
Move with select few
Don't fuck with lil dude
Or little pistols
Strictly the big are you's
Cause
strictly on Sabbatha.
Creativity.
Big up preacher men | Hear me now x4
The twelve tribes of Israel
Nyahbinghi men, Bobo Ashanti | Teach the children right.
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
checks
And I admit, when I wake up
I hit the drank, I blow up
But in back of the job
I don't bother no one
I stay strictly to myself
Co-workers know I be
Big drip big pimp, you sick simps
Boss moves long been my sixth sense
Quick talk dimwit no bitch fits
I'm on strictly some big shit
Get rich get
This one's strictly for my spunions
Everybody with me off a something
This one's strictly for my spunions
None of my squad can barely function
Shake
B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the b****es
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check it out, check it out
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