of those business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That's fam (Oh shit) Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane
a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the club but only a real thug can stab
nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug
if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold 'cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people
Dutchmasters Dead potnahs on mural walls Homeless kids takin' baths up in gas station urinals Shit the system can't cure it all If everybody had a job then stock value's
It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle, nigga It's got to be the muscle, nigga Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga
you fake Taking care of business yeah without a doubt And I'm 'ma make a million dollars kid before I'm out Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in
in Queens It be the ones you always knew, that want it on Tellin' everybody it was him that you fronted on Thought we walked a million miles it was just
down An eye for an eye, another must lose his life Never seen his kid it's gonna be a bloody night Cause when you dead, you can't get a second chance It's
it I represent it I never met a tank dawg that didn't business nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper luteinent of a label full of soldiers
a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab
appealing I step to your business and hurt your feelings Okay, well thinkin' it's okay to rhyme that way You'll be P.O.W., M.I.A and I'm seven steps
dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7 Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend Get
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months Big business and big dollars is all that I want
hood wanna see a dead body Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my mind 'Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime That's why I ride wit a nine and dem
more cash than they pinching Plus the city's ours, plus I'm back with a vision DipSet in this bitch, you know I'm a menace, nigga It's uhh, what is
keeps the workers competitive The upper one percent receive the tax breaks, social program cut's commence Educational funds take a back seat to America's
and try to send some flicks But it's over, baby, yes it's over Ain't much you can do when you're holdin' a phone A million inmates but ya still alone