Lyrics:
spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh
how I live
Don't even go hard for myself, I got a wife and a kid
I don't ever question the biz, nigga it is what it is
You niggas ain't killin shit, no
ever stop shakin they butts
So I came out with "make the music with your mouth biz"
An introduction to me, and told it like it is
Some said it was
[Little Kid:]
Daddy is that your car on TV?
[Ludacris:]
You better believe it is baby. Now go in the other room.
It's about to be some
look
And I agree with them.
We think your songs might need a better hook,
I promise on the good book, it won't hurt,
I won't get it in your mouth.
I
blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
(Yeah, what was that?) Ayo
That bitch belch like a stinking hog
There's some like, two flies came out your mouth with no wings
Stinking bitch
Fuck off,
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
and break
Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We
'til my arms tired
Just sit quite with my head full of riot
Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
down with the dogs you gon' get up with the fleas, huh
Got more lines than a prison wall's tally markings
She said "he just a friend," like Biz Markie
So
papers, Biz Markie make vapors.
But see these hos will hate you if they know that they can't break you.
Some of these hos need to shut their fucking
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze
ain't accurate fucker
With this music biz
The industry like, "Fuck it
Let the music be his" no theme park
I'm not trying to amuse you kids
Small shark,
The latter never is
Better hit me my on phone
If you wanna handle biz
Handle biz
Said it be mainey
Like a baby off an opi
Everybody live by a choice
Like they
but it ain't your biz
Sometimes heroes go unsung so just shut your mouth and bite your tongue
I could only do what I can in a world full of sin of man
the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
"Fuck life, we live life
This is our life, live your life"
'Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with
twisted
I will light ya, fight ya, in the middle of the party
With a hundred thugs right by me, and you don't wanna try me
What I got to lose? And I'm mad
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style
House on the ground
Freeze when I squeeze
Drop to your knees
Who wants to play?
I'm in here
long before I had your trust again
I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
Let your hands hit the ceilin', your mans with the dealings
Old habits like Hank Williams, they mad, they in their feelings
I'm beastin', they hardly
love is used as a guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your
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