Lyrics:
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
The common census lost their senses
Offended by anything
We gotta break the median at beast mode by any means
We able to hypnotize many beauty queens
Got them
like a bit of tummy
Mean she all about her benjamins
How I see, I'd invite da bitch just to eat da mans
How I see it make it extra extra I'm a business
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
me, I handle the business when it's time to get it, I zone in
I'm the same way if I'm with fifty niggas who be killin' or I'm by my lonely
I be
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
feelin' used, tryin' to rearrange plans,
'Cause I've got a Rolex but no time on my hands,
Made a transition from a boy into a man,
Step one never mix ya
the system of logic itself
Mr. Parker say it again? Mr Parker
The man sitting over there is compiling many accusations
You look me in the eye and on your life
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
chasing love
How much you gone take for you leave his side
Waiting on a man to mr right
Deep inside girl you know he is not the one
You just stick around
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
nothing into something dawg
(Believe Me)
Fully loaded ready How we coming dawg
(Believe Me)
Mind your business
Keep it out my pockets man
(Believe Me)
All
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish
your style I like your stride
And I like your motivation
But the Late Show we ain't standin' for that shit
So my man right here he wrote a little
Not playing tennis
My man like Dennis, keep a rod right Up in his britches
Oh yeah, this big business, you can't Take the heat get off the beach
Lil jit
dreaming, big business, big riskin'
Big winning, big living, big shit
It's whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars, big jewels (big shit, big shit, big
, I can understand
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out
But you crossin' the line by puttin your hands on 'em
And nobody ever
get kept
Gotta keep in check
Handling business lowe nuff man in my business,
Ruthless now mi nuh business
Gotta make sure that the kids dem ah fed
End
lowe nuff man in my business,
Ruthless now mi nuh business
Gotta make sure that the kids dem ah fed
End of the day man ah in it to the end
Vocalled 2
patricks n his other man a spongebob
Told him keep it quiet bout the business he had one job
You lil niggas gonna stay broke wit your one job
I get
Lala I feel like Mr anthony
I ain't from Ohio but I
Buck at hoes randomly
I put that cain on em like Danity
On the canopy, man I did it for my vanity
You
it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fucking money!
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