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Master P

Lost [Clean]

1998

Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some

Like stardust trapped in a blackhole
Even if I were light itself
Travelling by myself
Tryna find my inner self
Pushing dust off a bookshelf
(Just Playn')

Janet, she out there in Atlanta
My boy out in the Chi-Town, hook up on apparel
Plus he'll cook you up some shit, he works the kitchen down at Harold's

biz and don’t
Be cryin' and sufferin'

Definition of the living dead
Got a dead bitch givin' head
Tulip flowers growin' on my bed
Rust and blood settle

what my name is
Hard at work and I've been training
I'm overly dedicated
Hear my hunger in my cadence, aye
Back on road
Been on a roll
Handling biz
I

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Master P

Featuring...Master P

2007

problem  

down wit them drama boys  an also Eightball  

understand I gotta plan  to get me some green  

I stay in cruise like control  but bustaz

Putting Shame in Your Game

Beastie Boys

Hello Nasty

1998

get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz

Beastie Beastie Boys

hii time boy, na burn hizi bridge boy

Fam usiwai play urself over some champ change
Ku jaribu reach deep in my pockets with your short hands
Biz ilikua

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Master P

Lost [Bonus Disc]

1998

problem  

down wit them drama boys  an also Eightball  

understand I gotta plan  to get me some green  

I stay in cruise like control  but bustaz

shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with

and June he was after me
By July, it was getting hypnotic
So he kinda started feelin my fame
I don't really wanna say his name
All I know is I liked his

always keep a glock by yo' side (protection)
Six real n****s stick to the script
Seven don't get blood on my new elevens
Eight keep gettin' cake fuck

Lex LaFoy
Show me your number
And I show you what it is
I generate my own money
Run my own biz
These blessers in my face
Blowing bubbles like fizz
I

just not what I expect to see on primetime TV

I'm in a different class
When I get through I'm ma bring my dargs
Two by two man a walk on the ark

Lost Ones

J. Cole

Cole World: The Sideline Story

2011

and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself

bread pussy I ain't doing no sit down
Trying to keep my cool with thick clouds, I have to twist loud
That boy hiding out, gang be riding out, I promise he

Didn't blame either it was the
Norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys either
I was raised by Erie Avenue
We young niggas carry burners
They’ll

feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so

by your side
Cause he right by my side
I done fought sin fought guilt fought death and I still didn't die
Pull up on they blocked and they still didn't

quagmire
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds

Life (life)
Everything comes back around full circle (yup)
(Miss me with that)
What up, Hit-Boy? One of my favorites (ooh)
Yeah, you know what

I get rags with my riches
I get Raf with my Rick
Think he's slick, Jordn get slicker
That's my wife, that ain't my -
Strictly biz, that ain't my

Better watch how you speak to me, I'm back on my biz 
Better check how you address me when I get like this 
I done fell back and came up let me talk

human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)