Lyrics:
they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin
Really left niggaz behind to handle business
They
to linoleum
Swipe those
Place 'em on display at the Smithsonian
Next to only gems
That were left behind
By holy men
Infectious
Charisma of those who gave
Islam is the way of Christ
Islam means peace, the beast must pay a price
For his wickedness, politics is the trickiest
Business on this planet,
This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion to get on down
One,
What the business is?
Word on the street, Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch, get your mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get your mind right, let me
it's problems I don't holler
Rather fix 'em by myself
When it's looking like it's quiet for you
This the shit to yell
This the shit right
Keep
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
In just the business
Business something time
Just the business
Let's get it on
We don't give a what-what
We don't give a what-what (shit)
Get it on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
Get it
and the scrutiny
Think about what I spent on some jewelry
But it all comes back to me usually
And it's none of y'alls business truthfully
You don't know 'bout
coming right
Fergie like 'em long time, my girls support 'em, right?
Aah, da, da, da, da, do, do, do, do
Me like a bullet type, you know they coming
of the trenches , handling business , you know my young nigga gone get Em gone
Hit up my younfing it’s time to go
Gone take you down like Geronimo
Came for da
[Chorus]
I'm out of my mind with the ski mask, chains and gloves
Waitin' for niggas to come out of the club (I hit 'em up!)
Give me the dubs for my
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
da flow mane
Ain’t got no fame but i still give em hope mane
Niggas know mane I’m da hottest dats fasho mane
Smile while I’m cashing at da bank
I
Yeah,
Hey, hey, hey,
Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waiting on I guess,
That's right
Let's give it to 'em baby
Grand Hustle nigga,
I'm a champ like N.O.R.E. in "Nothin'" way down in Miami
No, the game could never ban me
I'm a renegade like Em and Jay
Might as well be honest with
on his balls like I'm 'bout to tell him, "Cough" (cough)
Wait, hold on, Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that (pull up)
You gotta get that shit
at the MGM
Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags
Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass
They call em Maurice's, I'm wit E-40
Mack-10 yo and that nigga
Trayvon, I'mma give Zimmerman the business
Where I go my niggas follow, hollow points thrown like a spiral
It's go time, show time, get clapped like
wit financial freedom and get em up outta da hood[00:36.34]Good not good enough I gotta be great Time short I aint got it to waste I give my all every
been creepin' (fuck 'em)
You can tell me all your business, I won't leak it
Girl, I had enough of all these petty disagreements (let's go)
I'm not
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
Let go my past, I'm movin' on, everything new, ain't nothin'
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
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