Lyrics:
phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is
to let him see how
A real motherfuckin' G
Can turn into murderer with just one switch
Die for your ugly-ass bitch
Now you're put to rest and
There's no
and roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it, your head I'm a forty-four
They switch guns and they go and show it, your pupils is dilating
This rap is
of a clock
You might get killed for being black, no longer state of a shock
Too many lames to keep account, like when the hell it's gon' stop?
Crooked cops
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
My main mission is to walk threw that front door
I got a brand new job and it's walking though that front door
No matter how i get there
My kid's need
said business first yh so what's your business
I got my hitter-list thirsty it need some watering
I'm the one they order with
Don't come with no
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I
the kitchen with it
Got the whip game
Similar to Gordon, throw it in the pyrex
Like can I get your order?
Ounces to the quarter
Omelly pushed the rock
I pushed
don't shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick
I be like, "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep
sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
And there's no stopping us right now, I feel so close to you right now.
denim, these not True Religion (no True Religion)
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion (I'm not no Christian)
Can't show
It's 'bout to go down ah yeah
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are,
finna come to
So can you tell me what you gon do I can show you televise what my gun do
Spraying on a hater there no one to ever Save ya I'm hitter ima
shit whenever there's a camera around
And it's like he say that shit without no hesitation
His friends need to make sure he takin' his medication (help
on my dick, had to tell dem
Get a style of ya Own
Ryde slick in da Benz wit da chrome
??? on da phone
Had dem hoes like niggaz lets get it on
Show
make you watch while I fuck the spouse
This, ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much
ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I f*** the spouse
This, ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
don't really... I started getting tingles up the back, I don't like that. Dave?
Oh, get out of here. Anyway, no. Hahaha! Jeez, four top ten singles in
the flyest that there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Stone Mountain
You know my show is sold out
You know my smoke is so loud
It's still about his business
see is atrocities and regret yo presence
Cuz these fiends leave no witness
Dead em or run, it's all just good business
This erroneous behavior by humans
car you
Would own in your dreams bITCH!
Flashin' bills like indecent exposure
Tossin' off my overcoat to show you my boner
If you got a business, I'll
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