Strictly Business

*(Guce talking)* Uh, highly anticipated, long awaited. (Oh, what's up baby?) You know, this lavishly coordinated. Figgaro an Guce in this... BIATCH! (Fa sheezel, stackin up these chips.) Bout to do our thizzle (Thizzle, thiz-ang) Big thangs. (Ya got it.) [Verse 1 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*] Guaranteed to hold ya (guaranteed to ) You niggas know about the hustle Smoke ya weed an know ya (smoke ya weed) The Pelle, Pelle double decker Conversation colder 'cause all this game been purified This Filthy-Mo hustle, movin packages world wide Me an cousin Guce mass produce slugs fa ya heaters Ya ain't gon' cheat us on our paper 'cause we quicker than Cheetas For all the non-believers Who said it couldn't go down From Fillmoe to Hunter's Point Represent for your town We got young San In every cut of the city Strapped up wit burned gloves Coked out like Mitty Tear a bo like them red nosed bitch, when glocks spit Up in bullet proof vests Strikin them suckas wit full clips Shift this (shift this) In Chevy Novas for them run-aways Now-a-days hustlas stay over to bring 'em phatter pay All Niner's wit no sleep Sleepin wit they Nike's on waitin for creeps. We Strictly Business. [Chorus 2x *(Guce and JT)*] Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) JT, I'm a gangsta (And when it's time to get wicked we still handles business.) Bitch! [Verse 2 *(Guce)*] It's the San Francisco, Giant gangsta 49'er Nation wider My niggas from the Mobb straight ridas Highly anticipated Long awaited hit If you didn't know It's yo nigga named young Guce gettin down wit the Figgaro From the Hunter's Point to the Mo nigga Get paid right in Get Low Packin 9's an Str8 Lace on mine Fuck it the Mobb's soldiers fine There ain't a nigga that get down like me There ain't a killa-gangsta that represent the town like me I'm not finna head-butt nobody for the title gangsta It got took I represent the Sucka Free killa For the dirty crooks Nigga the Figgaro an Giggity Bitches faint when this funk season be come stoppin through the town Regularly. Nigga. [*(Chorus)* 1x] Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) JT, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) (And when it's time to get wicked we still handles business.) Bitch! [Verse 3 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*] No matter discussion My niggas be bustin poppin collas Drop Impalas Wit chrome rally's Ain't it sumpthin? Beenie caps an burner gloves Is the gangsta apparel Mucho dinero Two-door Camaro Wit 4-barrells An I tear those Ain't this rental car? Spare those For my quiero's Told 'em never not to pair those Two cats together young Guce an Figger-ally We smashed out on west coast beats in Killa Kali. [Verse 4 *(Guce)*] We keep stompin in our quarter ounces, right to the top while you hate me Process of elimination Bringin home grits an bacon Sounds like a situation 3-hundred-sixy-five days Most get burned out that's why we gets paid Ever since they killed my brotha, I don't give a fuck Ever since they killed my nigga, young Guce became a nut A cold piece of work Yeah, bout it fuck wit mine Off that bitch-killer, Tech's an choppas, glock 9's Teflan vest nigga Wrapped tight to the fuckin spine For the fishy raw, dubb rock, H-Mobb, I gets mine For the mean mug No love Burner glove stuck to my pocket It's JT an Guce platinum bound you can't stop it. [*(Chorus)*] Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) JT, I'm a gangsta (And when it's time to get wicked we still handles business.) Bitch! (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) JT, I'm a gangsta (And when it's time to get wicked we still handles business.) Bitch! (Guce, I'm a playa) Figga, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) JT, I'm a gangsta (Guce, I'm a playa) Figgaro, I'm a gangsta (And when it's time to get wicked the Mobb an the Low handles business.) Biatch! (Biatch!)