Lyrics:
first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to
Hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels
So here to settle the score
Blow up the track
way for a reason (Chale)
Nothing to show today soon you go barb more the reason I kept on believing (Yo)
Dey ma back brother make you no pretend when I
crew(2x)
(Cinema)
Now I gotta make my ends
The best way I can
'cause my man's in the pen fo' ten
Told me to handle his biz
Told me to handle his
In my lifetime
In my lifetime
What's the meaning?
What's the meaning of life?
It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide
I'm caught
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
That's how we handle biz
That's right we fought side by side
To our handle biz
Bring the chorus back
You got the wrong guy dude
You got the wrong guy
You
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
squinted, it's goin' flash any minute
The music biz is like musical chairs
It's about where you standin' when the music stop spinnin'
Oh, it's the lights
In my lifetime
In my lifetime
What's the meaning?
What's the meaning of life?
It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide
I'm caught
a level, the kids hard me
Givin' the nation a big dark spree
When I make the music biz marquee
Innovator, I am not a criminal
This why they women wanna
you might wanna stay the fuck up out my biz
Do not disturb Do not disturb Do not disturb
When you wanna try to run your Mouth better know what you're
I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I'm
get high off iz
and Make the Music With My Motherfuckin Mouth like Biz
to rip apart all clicks that got heart
Make em talk into my boot like Maxwell
Powder my palm to face the music
Plow through the harm of what makes you sick
Tired of waiting, of anticipating
The next big thing, oh it's gonna be
a minor bid
Not for long cause I need me some vagina, kid
Tryna catch strange soup in the silk
Well-built with the coupe in the kilt
I need some mouth from
talk shit
Like I walk it
Baby got a back
More than quarters
I'm talking stacks
Whenever
She make it flap
It's like my torso's
Under attack
It's cool tho
yeah
Ooh what ya tryna do to me
You finna make me act petty
Step down wit ya big mouth nigga
You finna get brought down brutha
No I ain't gon be
carry heat
Now watch yo mouth
I ain't got the time
Mind yo biz and I'm hol it dine
Hit em Hit em, with the vision
Lay a hand and heal the blind
Holy Holy
whenever I grab the mic
They're looking forward to see the Father MC Brizz
Handle his biz and make music with his mouth like this
Cuz the way that I kick,
him get him we got to go n get him
Got to get him get him get him we got to go n get him
This ain't no rock and roll music
It's that new shit you rock
do down south
(Hundred dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be
My mouth no fit talk
For this music biz I no fit give up
That na why I steady dey look up to God O
To God O for even if e dey dark
Baba God go show me
A Nigga really think he the loudest
A Nigga really think he the strongest
Now who could rap tightest the longest
Make contact and still get the bonus
What
the one who was picking the best
That was the day that we met
Im gettin high then Im licking her flesh
Don't make me settle for less
I do what I do
She all
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