Lyrics:
think he is?
He's supposed to be commercial like that song about the Biz"
The kid said "Masta Ace, yo, what's the deal wit' the switchin'?"
He's
and shit change
Switch game, Bam Ba Claud, Bon voyage
Blast your entourage like Flex blastin off
Jump on while I saddle the track
Bitch I throw dick
Respect'll cut off the horny, the nigga shit
Woke in the Caribbean and smokin' the therapy in the ocean
Is there a reason to give a hit?
To funk wit'
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
And send the video tape back to B.Geezy
And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
And when he finish
already know who it is
Me and Skinner, we like Santa's elves, we go and do our biz
Yeah, you know we goin' crazy when it's on the 25th
Christmas Day, I wake
the time
I just be stuck on a loop and there's no goin' back
I look forward no way to resign
I was just fuckin' it up on the tracks
'Til I hopped in a hole
got off the hook
I'm jaded
Drunk in the whip playin' Jadakiss
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout
Will and Jada biz you should get with me
Mayweather with
to express my emotions on tracks that I know that my loved ones would hate
Chasing a feeling but never believing that this is the reason I say what I say
God
The way you show me you love me, is by the way you pay me
The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine
Just know I keep niggas up and krunk, like
Yeah yeah yeah
We got my man Extra P in the house
But me and my man Akinyele
You know we goin Worldwide this tour
'Cause yo you know how that go
And I'm ridin through the town
Watchin Houston gettin grown
Every chance I get I try to get em
On the phone what they got me goin through
With him is kinda
The way you show me you love me, is by the way you pay me
The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine
Just know I keep niggas up and krunk, like
on camera like the movie biz
Cocaine in the bathroom imma do it quick and hop out
Finished school but I've been droppin' tracks like I'm a dropout
My boy Dave
to equips like the see I never slip
because I'm doper, doper, see I'm straight broke ya
2 Scoops-
Is that what you is?
'cause I handle my biz
and its
diamonds from diamond shamrock
Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats
I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks
I pack an axe by my
to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient
gettin grown
Every chance I get I try to get em
On the phone
What they got me goin through
With him is kinda wrong
That's why when we together we
Be
wanted a Benz
I hope my mama forget shit that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz
'Fore you start
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks
Dick be jack, picture that
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is
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