Big Business - текст песни
Big Business
(lord infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot
Fresh out the box
The crowd so live
They comin’ in flocks
(all)
Cuzit’s big businessit big business bitch
It’s big businessit big business bitch (x2)
(lord infamous)
As I cutguts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To da sandas a thousand veins
Center through my hand
Can I whipstand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brainshit the grains
And I bury the remainsfrom my face
Pissin through a bitches ? ? ?
Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas
Triple six murderers
Now leave it enoughwhenever you come
They be ready to cooknow rev up the hood
And these niggas could to be these infamous could
And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugsget done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It’s the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scopeand not the kind that kills bad
Breath
I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health
Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up
Tear da club up thugs
On ya spotput’m up
(repeat chorus 2x)
(d. j. paul)
I killkillkill
I murdermurdermurder
Hater’s in my face
Watch a nigga hurta
4040cal
I pull out my back pocket
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out a socket
Rangerangerange
Roverroverrover
Blow this fuckin’ task
Police pull me over
But I blast on these hoes
Cause I’m too fuckin dangerous
Prophet the posse
I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
Killin all you nigga’s is a easy task
You fools that last
I bullet proof a mazz on dat assI dash
To yo muthafuckin crib
Soon as I find out where you live
Flashlights see yo face
Mario a murder case
Roamin through the muthafuckin black haven area
Prophet is my posseI doubt you see something scarer
Plenty talk shitbut they ain’t nothing but
Characters
$100000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(repeat chorus 2x)
(juicy j)
First I wanna grab a nigga by his neck
Drag him to my fuckin set
Take a nigga blowand his cheeseand dem cigarettes
Put the gun up to his nose
Tie him up from head to toe
Strap his body in a bag
Throw him in a fire
Call my nigga’s dee and blue
Project paty’all know what to do
Creep through dem streets
Wit dem thangsblast on any fools
Tear da club up thugsin this muthafucker runnin’
Shit
If you want to playa hate the click
Then your done with
Know’n we ain’t going bitch
Makin’ fakers dig a ditch
Scare familys in the night
Make’m pull the panic switch
Comin like titanic trick
Holycaust wit a grip
Crazyndalazdaz I’m bout to have a fuckin fit
Hold me back don’t let me go
I’m high as hell and on the road
Nigga I break off in ya house
And boot yo baby wit a pole
Lunatic superstitiouson the corner like I’m pimpin
If I see ya on the blockI’m fuckin
Fuckin wit the quickness
(lord infamous)
You got the thugs on ya spot
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