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to let you down
Tried to rise by your side but you keep on holdin' me down
Your demise in my eyes means I'm wearin' the crown
Live this lie 'till i die, my

the diamonds in it when he put his name
Quick to mind ya business when you in yo lane
Five percent it, behind the tint it 
Whip game sick somebody find a clinic

on the gang
We still remember that
Catch me posted by myself
Not a hundred deep
Rather squad of 10 lions
Than a hundred sheep
It’s a cold world
Especially if

as you know that it's Dicey
How you broke and got a benz
Or how the next man getting it
you should be about your business
Can't be broke with no ambition

nigga just to start cappin
When I'm down, when I'm down I'll be trippin' cause I'm gon' fap
I'm surrounded by some killers, if they try they gon' attack

right mind think any con is good, well hell no you’re wrong
Can’t even take a walk in my neighborhood, minding my own business
Without getting pulled over

alone, and you die alone
If you gotta do dirt
Then you better off by youself when you scheme
Solo, Dolo
Avoid the popo
And thats fasho tho
Dont know your

bitches
Best beg for forgiveness when I'm bringin' the business
Cuz ill barz are my sickness, I keep it pourin' like Guinness
Lickin' shots like a ruger,

on the internet, I Ewok
You'll see stars if you hesitate to keep up
Ay, tree trunks quakin when I beatbox
I’m the champion of the business
Even Kylo Ren knows
We

Jesus is The Wizard of Awes
I have no intentions of blasphemy
I know when you mention a wizard
The picture is dark and surrounded by casulties
But

I do this by choice
Not tryna be you, I won’t be
Imma just do me, you will see
This isn’t a game, don’t be fooled
Just in case you never knew
Since

I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop

like TV
I went to class did everything they told me to
Wanna start your own business? you should follow suit
I'm working late nights, I got papers due

Verse 1
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I was peirced by an arrow of breath
I'm well equipped for the fight when the battle gets

Here I Come

Snass

Playa of the Year

2002

[Intro: Snass talking]
Eiyo this one is a war track, son (Uh, uh)

[Verse One]
Hata, it's all about making paper (Uh!)
Business is my major
I was

heard some folks done slipped away these streets is greasy
Killed by opps or the cops or taken to the precinct
That get me hot, man on fire, man I feel

try something
I specialize in opp dropping and safe hunting
I take my payments all 50s, I don't want no 100s
Niggas in my business I can't really work

get deep
When you raised by wolves, you tend to shake up the sheep
Don't sleep, makin' moves, my property ain't a rental
Every time I hit the city, I

tactical flow
Switch it flip it bro this shit's illicit
I'm a twisted misfit they all say I'm vicious
I'm in it to win it all about my business
Push it

hair tied and you still bad
Good weed, tie dye, you ain't never mad
You be focused on ya business, that I understand
Big dreams, you don't waste time

date no lil nat Florida swoop

Honestly, I ain't never gonna be a president
All I really need is for my wrist to touch a president
Surrounded by

a witness they be all up in my business
They get lynched with the quickness
Snitches die
Bitches lie
I hurt they feelings make em cry
Ask me for a ring and I

its now or never/too shiesty/ we forget/ if its business or pleasure/ satan so clever
the chaos/ who you know do it better/ Still waiting like Allah for

dome, If you want smoke like, Brrtt Bahh
I'm sick and tired of violence I been secluded on a island
Vibin' by my lonesome I been hiding
Cause I move low