Lyrics:
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
fucker
Ill fuck your mother
And son you little brother
Just for nuttin
Thats how I'm cummin'
The game I smut it
All in her stomach
I bet she love it
This
for, all for you
Ok, ok, ok
Make your decision, usually I use my intuition
Rolling that weed, I'm on a mission
My eyes low, still paying attention
the biz
Ya ain't even gotta ask if he do it till the casket dip
Believe it or not, legacy mean a lot
Fiendin' to reach for the top, ya'll dreamin' that I
Smoking skunk, waiting for a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
Retarded like Biz, eating cats like Heath-
Cliff, light
on me, just know that I know where you live
And I ain't never had to bang, I'm good wherever I is
And I got brothers that'll run it up and handle my biz
in the twins
Twenty-twenty-three
I'm bringin' pressure to the biz
By twenty-twenty-four
I'll have these rappers in a bib
my son
I tell her how it was
and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangle your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS race'll handle the biz
give me top
Still I never get pussy whipped
By a bad bitch
Brother you are not hot
Imma be rich quick
Just watch
Gotta get this
Hand to my fam what chu
brother untimely
Tryna get a little face so niggas try me
So I’m coming at their scalp like Apache
Indians in the biz down the 32 ave
God damn nigga causing
Real town biz, I'm a problem in my prime
I go stupid, that Bentley my new scrape thang
Check in the telly, give 'em the fake name
Where I'm from, if
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
Dorothy to go behind that curtain
I'd have told her to mind her biz
Leave Richard Pryor alone
Stop flirting
Get your dog, click Eels, and let that man
everything right in my way?
Perfect Imperfection - the sun, hell of a cape
My cuz said, "You wanna go far, I get you Kay
But your father and mother want your
to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It's
Now’s my time
And now’s your time cause we embrace our biz Politics ignored us
Now they act cause we be changing shit
We’re rearranging it
We’re
goodbye to all that racist shit
Mr white privilege
A pleasure to leave you bitch
Now’s my time
And now’s your time cause we embrace our biz
Politics ignored
Yeah
Uh, uh oh
Startin' to feel this
Startin' to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here?
Yo,
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
see goin' down everyday
my brothers and my sisters gettin' played
so we revert to committin' dope, many brothers get hurt
by another brother who don't
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
Yeah
Uh, uh oh
Startin' to feel this
Startin' to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here?
Yo,
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
fly)
You got every right to check her n***a
Ain't it funny how you n***as switch sides
Tryna catch me by surprise, and feed me with your lies
But, I'm
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