Lyrics:
fallen across the land
Brought on by hollow men, who did not understand
That for centuries our forefather have fought and often died
To keep
This business ain't for the faint of heart
Well I fell for the bullshit
And then I started falling apart
And by the end of the summer
I let 'em
'Now we both know that Pico's gone
Away for a little while
Before he left, he said you was a good guy
No funny business.'
Joey takes a package from
the cave that's fine
Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance
All up in the business with an 8 track grind
I sat up with a boombox and threw thoughts
In
of business, my heart is an ended
Without your face over the counter, without your face
Some nights I'm out there on the levels
Through the village, pass
wife
Tell her that I won't be home tonight
So don't leave on the light
I got a little business down the road
And if I'm dead by sunrise
Kiss my baby
makes you sick
They gave you talking points
They taught you double-speak
They forced you into war
By saying you were weak
They signed your checks
music
They say that it's rooted in dancehall or trap
Well if that's di case then what's di excuse you will use
When good yutes get shoot by di cops
ah y'ah di boss
Me ah beg you plead my cause
System, free di yutes dem outta jail house
Me ah beg yuh free my dawgs
We nuh inna casket business
popping with my hands
So I don't need to rise a weapon
Shit I'm tryna run a business
Money rising by the second (uh)
Paper have to stack
Same way I got
and posin'
He had that shit but he lost it
His coach told him jab that shit but he crossed it
He got caught by a left hook now he clockin' out
Sign
stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him
than a Pee Wee or a Pokemon adventure
He's bigger than the 1st edition PacTel pagers bigger than the pants worn by ravers also skaters.
He's bigger
Block so check it
The type of thing where if you make the wrong move you get wet kid
with the technology, brought by the duo
Plus one makes a trio, that's
Knockin niggaz out the box like quick it's so thick
That right boy ghetto ass shit
And niggaz tryin to know our business
But really on the real they don't
thang
Kill that game, but still a nigga maintain
My business, my mission I'm lynchin
Any mothafucka catch another one of my loved ones slippin
I smell
packing a gat, in fact
You could get bucked by any other motherfucker
Where I live at
Hear that? Money here is crystal clear punk
Fuck that fiscal year
a pup (for what?) a Muppet caper
And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness
And Show concentrates and only thinks about business
I hate
than a Muslim do Rhamadan
I get loose and stop brothers with the quickness
I'm so cool I put fans out of business
Suckas try to to copy and beat
want to make that body jerk, no time 2 play, just do your work
'cause I'm a businessman takin' care of business, can I get a witness?
So come on out
the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I
hysterical,
Don't trip or you'll get whipped by this miracle,
I'm very cool when put in a hot situation, for real,
I'll send you on a permanent vacation,
of bills
With bat wings, is hovering just beside her
They're bound together by a narrow wishbone
Beneath it rests a large bowl full
Of some indistinct fruit
tomorrows
One by one my friends dropped out
Now I've got brothers to share my doubts
On what this business is all really about
Waiting on tomorrow
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