Lyrics:
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t go fcoolin
Its a game - y play by the rules
Did ja think he might be jivin and only foolin
Tho
man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
I'm the hardest in the biz man it is what it is
Man it is what it is man it is what it is
Man it is what it
clock I'm back to handle my biz
Nigga it's Game time that was Dre's favorite line
Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines
And I still
of the thought that these niggaz all thought that by
Scening my flaws I'd be limited just like a company but I am
Focused, all that they saying its bogus
Evicted
I just want the world to see
Christ in me, Christ in me
I'm about my Father's biz
All the glory, honor, and the praise is his
Yo, I used to kick it
money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest
quagmire
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
Puttin all kinds
than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz
Yeah
It's pizzaroo
Scrrrrr
On the mic
Scrr
Tell those niggars
Hating on me
That will keep on winning
No matter what they do
None of them
Can block me
tell me I should come back to reality
Man, this industry isn't fuckin with me
The only time you've seen my shit, it was probably posted by me
This is
some more and went to jail
But I ain't stupid I got to troop it I'm chunking deuces
Wanted to block me couldn't stop me u on some new shit
Got ya family
this direction
Reverse Racism is an excuse that
Also needs a correction
Thats right said it exactly
Just how it is
All my brothers fought side by side
you know we live by the code
We can't be going for that
Seen it before couple of partners done told
Don’t get along with rats
I just be focus on running
some work
Let's get some money
Parked on side by the curb
I done touched a couple licks in the burbs
God I know that it's dirt
You know I need it
This
Yeah, it's all fact no fiction
It's my interpretation
Wanna know how it went down? I'll tell ya
Yo, Biz turn me up a little
Bit in the headphones man
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
stand by you girl
Imma man of my words
Nah give up pon yuh girl
This ah our love journey
Are you ready
Yea
Mek we start from yassuh
Mek we tek it dung di
of the mountain I paid all my dues
All this shit I done earned you can tell by the bruise
Im on some Big SOG LETS GET IT
Gang
Cyrus ask these niggas can ya count
jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
so handle bizze at the biz-house,
it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
gettin
O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
so handle bizze at the biz-house,
it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
the bigger man
Ooh yeah now I see where we stand
S'all good Imma keep glowin up while
Showin' you the biz
And I wish a muthafukka would tell me i ain't earn
and speaking of
We was surrounded by it
And ducking all the jewels from the users on that diet
And we ain't have the heart to try it but saw the brave ones
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