Lyrics:
out there to party
They come out to party, man
They didn't come out to hear all that jive mess you talking about
You standing up in the corner with
(besides -- it helps me with my problem complexion)
(oh shut your garbage mouth woman!)
I saw you only Friday, joe, and just let me say
You tried
got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking
the business
Common Sense, Soul with the De La
Forget all them playas
We the rhyme-sayers, huh
And that's the business, hah
Gon' do it like this
Gettin'
do not do bluffing
Don't care bout your brothers or your older cousins
Live in the flesh and you show suttin
All bark no bite joe budden
All talk no
that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
home
On my way home from a great show
Leng down shows, I'm a P-R-O
Man wanna war like GI Joe?
OK, let me murk man with the yosho
Tell your boy don't get
to it man
Seek and destroy
Now you guys know your lines man
Don't fuck up
Searching,
(Seek and Destroy)
That's kinda how it goes man
I start it, you
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
on that goddamn couch
You ain't got nothing better to do
I can't be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I
the tour
(Lost in all familiar land)
I think I've been here before
Doing what I can
Don't know what else to do
Every time I make a plan
Man, its always
brick by brick and if you
Focus on what you do, have, instead of things that you don’t, have
You know the things that you’re good, at, instead things that
by the law
I got my own people coming to attack
But this is how it go in the hood when your black
Man this shit wack like a Joe Budden track
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
talk
Look I'll call your therapist and just ask him for some more pills or something man
I'll get you KO'd for the next couple of days
You won't have
too many Mary's getting tested for paternity
Uh-oh Joe better get back to your carpentry
Cuz child support is about to get the best of ye
God is
the business
Common Sense, Soul with the De La
Forget all them playas
We the rhyme-sayers, huh
And that's the business, hah
Gon' do it like this
Gettin'
depression just stepped in and took over shit
like its known to do
I guess its that
Hey Joe I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off
I need to be alone with
man (word, man)
I'm glad we got together to do this, know I'm talmbout? (s'all real)
Everybody, North, South, East, West, you know what I'm sayin'?
said two quid, well that's all that I've got
Can you do it for free, or you gunna get shot
At this point now I just feel like a prick
So I walk off calm
Steady slaying tracks, man I do this all alone
Man I do this all alone
Man I do this all alone
I be sipping on the Gnac, I be sipping on patron
Asking
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
don't fight like Anthony Josh
Get my hands on a kosh
Them mans getting crushed
How many man shout "gang" that are posh?
All of your mandem are washed
It's
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