Lyrics:
boot, there's no time
I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic
Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same
So we'll take
million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I finish
get it
Snatch ya' fuckin' crown while your head is still in it
Business men in business suits, this is real business
They say that only God could judge,
homies
To know me is to love a thug
Nigga to the fullest Ducking bullets
Snatching guns when these trick
Niggas pull it
Handle my business like
Young Nigga stressing about cash but come wit the gang show them where the money at
Walo been stacking ain't no running now I turn your Bando to a hunted
Word up man
Yo, take my card my nigga
Yeah, ay yo
He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made
No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head
you like what you like
Then you don't need no co-sign
Know business, this show business
Stay on demand and it's showtime
I'm in the pocket like
who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead
We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat
You with the bullets that fled
And to show you it's not
she boring ain't no fun tho
Suck It up, Till I come You ain't Done ho
Make it bust it, bust it, bust it like a gun show
Tell Her bust it, bust it, bust
to count but it better be there
I don't want a reason to bring my out the guns
But I know that the niggas don't like to play fair
Business is business
feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
heart
But you go and take a gun
Not knowing the filming
Was done by the actors
And their job is done right
To make you react to this
There goes
these demons schemin' on my head
Even though I'm the realest
See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace II Society
To show you how Cali killers be
a gun hammer
My sickness, should remind you of Christmas
Cause i’m always coming down with something
Like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no
And while I'm out there, chasin' them banks
And why I gotta smoke a pound of dank
You never know when your day gonna be your last day
Better get this money
Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas tripping still pull up tryna see what the business is
Pussc ain't gotta kill but acting like he got
discreet
Talking bad? That'll get your head sawed in half
All my dogs licking up the blood splatter off the grass
I don't have a gun but imma cock that
Pull aim shoot spray when shit is heated there's no time to play
Swerving like a Rip Stick aim with precision with the blick Then cock it
Boom Boom
I saw a little bit of the clips
But I feel like it doesn't do
It the justice of actually being there and
Experiencing the show in the moment
Yeah
your glow up will never show up if you are not believers
There's a difference in leaky vessels and pots of gold
Heaven ain't for good people its for
hardcore
We trying to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
hardcore
We trying to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
baby)
Just know it's big business
Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis (woo)
And no money, phone account, go get interest
Aw (aw), you got
no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves Dressed like a picture Flash and I get you No cameras here Just nine millimeters I'm not gonna
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