M.O.P. — Handle Ur Bizness (First Family 4 Life 1998)
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Handle Ur Bizness (First Family 4 Life 1998) M.O.P.04:15
Текст песни: Handle Ur Bizness (First Family 4 Life 1998)
[Intro: Billy Danze & Lil Fame] Check, check, check, oww (You) [Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.] Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel, oww Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Black out your steel, rock (Rock) [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] What the raw dog feelin'? An author like Terry McMillan The cat that make the atmosphere dark as death in less than a minute The world stop spinnin' The rapid firing squad keep 'em expirin', hard to kill Live wires and bombs, firing arms, look, we all for it It's the Dutch burning herbalist Gallon drinkin' alcoholics Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out Kept it real ever since the first jam came out First Family turned this whole rap game out Shiesty individuals tryin' to wipe my name out But they don't fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out And try to mark 'em off when the gunshots ring out And in the midst of action, I'ma try to wipe they name out And keep on dumpin' 'til I break a fucking spring out (Oww) [Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.] Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel, oww Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Black out your steel [Verse 2: Billy Danze] You motherfuckers better raise up (They already did) Who that? The '87 stick up kids (We're back) I'm hopin' that your focused on the side 'Cause frontin' on me and mine, mad niggas die Is this hip-hop? Hell no, this is war I've been trying to tell you that since "How About Some Hardcore?" You don't listen, see, G I'm on a mission, look, B They gon' find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange but a strong game that can't change Some real ghetto passion for blastin', subtractin' Those that ain't matchin' my fashion, I'm mashin' Mentality's real, fatality's ill When your stash in my path then your stash gets a raw deal Clap, clap, get your gat, bucka Bu-bu-bu-bu-bucka-bucka, blow, blow, get the fuck back (Oww) [Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.] Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel, oww Handle your business, can't get your grip Can I get a witness? Ghetto people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Grip your steel, face mine 'cause I'm here [Verse 3: Lil' Fame] Dog, it's all clear Rap dudes wouldn't know a bassline from a snare Then they wanna doubt the kid Who analyzed this whole fucking shit And tried to make somethin' out of it? Explode quicker than land mines M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides Bump this in your Lex' coupe or your Lex hoop Danze, finish 'em, twenty-one gun salute the crew [Verse 4: Billy Danze] How many niggas runnin' with me? This few A hundred niggas gunnin' with me to shoot Firing squad draw blood on the enemy At point-blank range deliverin' the penalty Ain't nothin' but the thugs slangin' hot hollow slugs, nigga Anti-love keepin' it real Thug, let 'em slide today I'm known best for leavin' 'em stretched like Doc Holliday Salute
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