Lyrics:
She use to live on that street
Baby girl a ten drive a truck like me
She don't play no love games, which way you wanna go
Grew in the church but she
her bring her friends too
Tell me Hollywood kinda weird
You don't really like it but you gotta play the biz
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't
on this one
Can we just have a conversation without all of your friends in our B I Z,
No Biz Markie-
None of that, oh baby you got just what I need, look
weighin
[Kam]
Shit, you got me crossed up, baby you get tossed up
If I ain't have no spouse
you'd be hangin around my house like a lost pup
Beggin me
Ks Iss time to slide on em
Took big fella out the game you know I’m
Dying on em
Lately baby, Murda Murda on my mind only!
Do a jumpin jack up
there's some good that's by
Ain't no love, swear a fire starts when wood is dry
It's only part of life, it's only part of life
No movie scenes and lines,
I can tell by you dialect
And that intellect
Is enough for me
It really make a brother wanna invest
All his time on you
Bitches like to talk shit
my friends
Up in my biz
Make it make sense
You getting dismissed
Fuck you
That's all I got to say
Got me unbothered by them games that you play
And you
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
I just couldn't do it
Had to leave that shit alone
Got me acting crazy
Sitting waiting by the phone
Been running my mind
I just couldn't wait to bone
Talkin' bout, "I want better for myself"
Girl, you mean, "I'm bitter by myself"
Now second chances out the door
Baby now we distant, girl - what for
I'm not
the line
They said that you kind
Might finish this in time
But only moment created was that Shot by Dame time from that three (swish)
Call me if you wish
No
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
window, spray di bed
Dis man a real bad man
Blood run out di body till
Di body have no red walk by
Drive by if a snow mi gwon sled
Through mi sey baby pussy
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
This is
Strictly biz she don't play around
Cover much ground got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
It's a movie, baby, yeah, Nina Sky
The biggest boss in the biz, Ricky Ross
Sendin' this one out to Amsterdam, Switzerland
Berlin, Sweden, you feel
What is the road to get to the Grove?
Me & my folk, we stick to the code
Got one in the street, got one by the stove
All that we know, is collecting
and I'll nick off and yeah baby get all up
I'm mixin' it in the pot with special sauce
And you say lately not positive
We kickin' and flippin' and scrambled
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Devo trovare il mood
Blocka Beatz, Blocka Beatz baby
MX, MX baby
La Famille, La Famille baby
Fantasmi nel mio drink drink
Non
out your bed
It's the alarm sounding
(Oh snap, baby)
(Uh, move your feet)
Principles and principalities
Prince abilities and this
Oh snap I twist
Uh,
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