Lyrics:
you get the money
you spend it I ain't bashing
I'll play a bitch but this ain't no guitar hero
In this music biz' you can go from hero to zero in
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
with this, they got you gettin your cattle on
But when the new album comes drops like a smog bomb
Like when lorenne cast in, snoop, and octagon
We
mouth is my name
Run the cheque
Niggas be talking with no respect
I dey my lane and you come dey vex
You and your niggas is sound effects
Whoa whoa
niggas see what's goin on here!
Yeah! kay slay! busta rhymes nigga!
Album number four big homey!
And let me explain to 'em why your
So much more than a dj!
it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh
[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big
served
On top of that, all your friends know my words
I accomplished more than you will in your whole life by the time I was eighteen
Never workin' a 9
to the natural way
Go 'head have a cow
Look great with sweat on the brow
I hope for your own sake them droplets don't feel like dripping down
It's such a pity
the music biz ain't ya friends, they ya cobras
That's why I sit back, relax, they mad
I'm cruisin'
I don't need ya rules that limit how you make music
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
business wey you fit start fit start
Take tea. Drink that mind your biz wax
Open your ear when you're listening to this track
Na for your mouth them go hear
fucks
I hate whoever you like, I think your hero sucks
I send 'em a, old-fashioned "fuck you" like middle fingers
Thrown up by little old ladies with
thanks
For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin, that had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard
Fire up the kush she hit it now this?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See
with a billion
Hold up for a minute
Twisted
You keep secrets
About the business
Power like the Vatican
Big Los all you want
Made by the best
King
for the biz I don't care what it cost
And I been on my shit with a grin when I talk
Uh yeah uh yeah
Guess he ain't got no motion
I'm off a deuce in this
Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks
sins with pastor offering
He said he raise the dead
Let's see the miracle
Not getting Anglo money but selling minerals
That's why the music biz ain't
to the ground
Bambaataa gone now, seems that they forgot about
Boricua kids with big mouths
Since Kool Herc been down
Acting like we never been around
This my
the heart about this music biz
Don't abuse it kids, it's just entertainment
Movin' units is essential, treat it like a job
Clockout at the end of the day
what it is
Al Gotti I'm riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene
Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it
Al Pac I make it do what it do
If
that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their
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