Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit
get bud Wanna get a pound of that fool stuff Some of that smoke and puff And if you smoke enough You sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland, it's the
I watch ya duck from the buckshots [Bizzy] I got some unfinsihed business So won't ya's come up with me K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E '
my niggaz that bang and slang drugs We fuckin' them niggaz up, ain't no love for Bone Thugs Nigga fuck y'all, y'all bitches used up It's business as
'm certain Running up, so I'll be running and rapping's my hobby When I'm smoking I'm working and I'm hurting, hurting Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P
, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come back And don't have my cash, then I'm hurtin' you Got a business
blank the goddest got crack We U P S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish
a hip hop Christmas bonus niggas is hating on the internet I couldn?t tell I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell I was too busy flying, parasail! tell collect
World's, world's, world's famous, world, world, world's famous You're now listenin to Skateboard P and the Louis Vuitton Don It's so unfair, so unreasonable
southpaw, whether pot or a jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with riches will bring the kilo business
like my angels couldn't blow them away But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX But I was still ridin' in them thin ass jets But now Man, my business
like it, full time we vibe it Back it up gyal and ride it 'Cause me know seh a same seh you like it gyal Wait pon your body like a business call Gyal
E-P-M-B I'm B-L-A-C-K from the C-P-T (Beeyaaa!) Were they dip them cigarettes and P-C-P And them broads they believe in me (Zo) C-I-B, the magnum
daze) You know i love ya babe (I love ya babe) But man im in a daze (in the daze) Verse 1: Roscoe Dash Roscoe Dash! Got my V.I.P and my winning
then they come out like roaches P-p-pecking away like vultures But little did they know, distribute the payroll Pick up the outfit, pick out the single Sadly, I'm so business