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Niggas tryin' to spin on me? Where the fuck y'all spinners at?
Two pumps on me, (huh, huh) I'm Scott Steiner, a "Big Poppa" shit
Yeah, we born sinnin', but

refuse to be broke
Like R2Bees Walahi
I swear I'll forever be dope
And the truth will be exposed
In all the words that I wrote
I know it cuts all

Verse 1 (Cee):
And nothing ever is,
I got some questions but the message is to mind your biz,
I took the lesson, turning left when bustin' right the shit,

'm at peace why you niggas want fight
Grab my piece while I creep through the night
Get a thief to think about it twice
Or he under sheets by tonight
Getting

Yeah, he eatin' dirt, put his picture on a shirt (DJ Victoriouz, we mean the biz)
I told lil' baby that that pussy special if she squirt
Like she ain't

give me head for free 
Cuz they know who imma be by two thousand twenty three
I ain't trippin bout then I'm get it in the moment 
The grass gettin

Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse

When you don't gotta spend your own bread. Coulda been a stick
Up kid to rob you; instead, I chose to be a member of the 2 job
Crew (Yeah!) Coulda been

Rapping and Listening[00:23.79]To Nas, DMX, Gangstarr and Mob Deep[00:26.03]Naughty By Nature, yeah you can call me[00:27.97]I mean[00:29.26]I grew up

the biz
But when she fly out for trips I stay as loyal as it gets

Ain't no girlie got to worry if I'm loyal, not a player
But the crew and I will pull up

her to the crib
Did the biz
The next morning
She hit me up
I never hit her back, she texted me "you're foney"
Never gave a damn, back to grinding cause

this year (But), that’s none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y’all don’t need to to be a part
I’m sorry I don’t wanna

this year (But), that’s none ya biz
Give enough with my art, know your place
My personal space, y’all don’t need to to be a part
I’m sorry I don’t wanna

but couldn’t see that it aint paid by wishing
His intuition got em thinking if he pay attention
Cop him some A’s then one day the school will pay

Like a diabetic
That'll have you pissing like a diuretic
I set it for the dudes that rap and dance
I'm a beast
See that shit ain't by happenstance
I spit

and shit
Only because you see how I handle my biz
But credit the one who took me under his wings
Its only been two years I'm 'bout to shine like bling

soldiers never bleed for these bitches
Think it's clear i was deep in the trenches
Now I'm back hoe, Biz got me turnt up
Told me shine only thing is dog i

on

the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down

to roll

Verse 1

Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with

Two chicks
One on each hand
Swaggin the style hard
Going hard as shit
With just one baddie
And we fresh as the business
Kicking down doors
For no sucka

Le son des Toka Toka (The legacy of Jah Karta)
Ok les gars j’arrive
F.O.N.I.K rapplique
Planquez-vous, j’dégomme tout
Appelle-moi Mc car rapide

or will I forever be surrounded
By people who lose they s**t cause they so small minded
They ain't tryna do better
I look em in they eyes, and can tell they

Over heads like Frederic Weis I’m Vince Carter
My pens sharper than getting hit by 6 archers
A sick author, your shit’s fragile I hit harder

ks with homies ina gates
Got two phones one I use without a trace
Otha phone facetime so I can see the plates
Ayee
Getting money every season
Ya nigga

from roots
Call me Groot
I don't even know where the fuck my super suit

Oh here it is

Back to biz
Heard I was a little flat
Here's the fizz
They stab