Lyrics:
business is my business and it ain't to be told
Stick your nose in my business I'm goin fill it with holes Look
And you can't touch my chick
But I can touch
willing to bet that
Now let that n***a follow me to the beat
Shot by the B O N I C
It's the L to the I to the N to the A
Hands down that chick at the end
Pickney,
And still..
They got the game in an entanglement but will
Is it what I got like an applicant
Like I've said
My dad wern't round like a Z
In
Pickney,
And still..
They got the game in an entanglement but will
Is it what I got like an applicant
Like I've said
My dad wern't round like a Z
In
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
make they go left
Every chick you like done got kids
And forget that chick had brought friends
Every jay you hit you need vent
Every friend you got, got
the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot, fuck 'em
My shit is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit' in a dog, fight my shit is aight
I ain't
bitch)
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4)
She tryna jerk me (ho)
Well, it is a weepin'
shit like this that got me contemplating feeling like
(Hook) What jay said really ain't true, cause men lie woman lie but numbers do too, see numbers
the times is tough and the streets is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
Get signed to Rated Z
those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin'
embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass
kiss you
So you told your Twitter she a racist
Got these ladies playing fetch
Sent the chick a text
And she started chasing
I was caught a few times
comin' wit' better throwaway rhymes
Then every one of your keepers, punks (punks!)
Do you listen at all?
It's fools that's winnin battles bought by
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
about the money, cuz we runnin' out of time
Stay on your grind
Money ain't a thing
Switchin' lanes like Jay-Z
But steady mobbin' Deep
With consistency
panties attached to it
(Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I mean) I got you, I got you, Killa
I like that, you real, dog (Killa, your cell is on fire)
My
panties attached to it
(Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I mean) I got you, I got you, Killa
I like that, you real, dog (Killa, your cell is on fire)
My
the wall)
Now this weed, drank got me faded
That Malibu is so underrated
She mad at me, that's an understatement
I can just see your girlfriends hatin'
Girl,
that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass,
STAY PACKED SORTA LIKE IPOD
IN MY PHONE I ain't GOT NOTHING BUT STARS
PUT YOUR NUMBER IN MAMA IMA HOLLA TOMORROW
HEY!!! YOU KNOW THE TYPE OF CHICKS THAT
doing up Snappy
JAY1 come thru' in that spotlight
Now every gyal is calling me a hot spice
Bad B from Cov warn' party
I said no, now she's telling me I'm
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
your girl to meet me 'cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby don't bring your girlfriend to eat 'cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight
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