Lyrics:
I'm handling my biz
He's the one I split the office with
Sounds like February Music
Sounds like February music
Cuz I love ya
Cuz I love ya
cnd I need
know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin' over and I'm so glad
'Cause I
just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over,
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
in the AM, by night, there was mayhem, by right, I will slay them
Way them that have been thinking they are deep with it
Claims loving music like they
everybody
I'm hanging off the branch of a tree
With a rope on my
This happens to often mental garbage forget
Burn your mouth just like a cigarette
For not
music biz
I feel as though im ready for the big leagues
But then the inner child come out
The lil sammy that was scared of interactions
When he coulda
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your
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
it
Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter
We keep that fire fire baby, baby
Krayzie faded, them blaze shit all day
When we rumble
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
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
The presha… to make it is getting wersah daily
Had to take a step back
’Cos the way the industry be faking is crazy
They be tryna tell me it’s the music biz
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
to your ear
So truth be told there ain't no best in the music biz
Cause people are different and god is great
So keep the faith and fight for your rights
To the music business. Thank you"
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey
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
don't want fi see we happy
Them don't want fi see me make it out, oh
What do some photocopy
The most power them gain is with them mouth
All who a try
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
whenever I grab the mic
They're looking forward to see the Father MC Brizz
Handle his biz and make music with his mouth like this
Cuz the way that I kick,
down in the hole where The Devil lives
Said to sell my soul but I never did
Told the bros about this music biz
This is how it goes, this is how it is
I know a melancholy deeper than the sounds produced by the vocal cords of Chali 2na
With the instrumental, I get intimate like a couple doing kama
ya top five as I pick em off the menu/
Cutthroat with a pencil, see my biz is all ginsu/
Slice through sinew melting tats out ya tissue/
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