Lyrics:
Word up, we all over the stage man
Travel by train, bus, boat, car, or airplane
I do my do, do my thing
I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
Yo Cube, I got the new Biz 9000
You ain't got
told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means
is so close
I'm tryna tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing
Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm in way over my
he could patch me in
He told me that he tryna get a piece of this trafficking
We could be a partnership something like a symphony
It's either I do biz
blowin' the spot - what -
Makin' hip-hop what it is (ha)
First's supposed to be the fun
Then later comes the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
(uh-oh) we just like animals out the jungle
Make 'em fall, collapse, stumble and fumble just like drunk hoes
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
Biz' got the extra
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do
Forgive them, Father, for they know not
Often, caution, spit it sick like I'm coughing toxins
Topics, get deep cause I'm solving conflicts
But I can't run as fast as these rumors do
Punchline
stop no I can't quit yeah
Up the hustle get it with the muscle do it big
Yeah yeah yeah do it big
Up the hustle get it with the muscle do it big
I can't
off
I handle biz
Yeah the biz I handle
I do it get it done
And be back around
No back down
Make her juke it
And twerk it for me
Turnt up and nothing
Not for me, so much in this game, in this biz, it's not for me
But it doesn't mean I ain't gonna do what I'm doing, it sure don't stop me
I'm on it,
till I go talk yes I do
Boys who dey jealous won stress by boo
And if a nigga tries he dey vex my goons
S3 wo nim Tema boys wey dey pet my boo
She biz
Facts (Eat)
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Facts eat. Twenty nineteen eat
We steppin in like this
im bout da talk my shit man nigga no hooks in between
"Hey theres kids outside
Please come by
I'm scared they’ll get my kids high"
When the cops pulled up I didn’t know why
I was high out of my mind
That's
who love themself
Get sprung Get Strong and Focus right
Music is my ride or die
Never gonna live my side
Can't even do no wrong
When i write all my
never do it for wealth yeah
Imma keep it real
Imma do me give a fuck how you feel
Realest in my city by now you know the deal
Imma be the one whose
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
a loop, ain't none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin' through my own struggles too
So I wasn't in no condition to be coachin' us through
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
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