[Caddillac Tah] Yeah.. Yeah, yeah, yo I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat I´m starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust Ain´t shit to discuss, unless it´s moneybags or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I´m handsome [Black Child] Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I´m bangin things at them They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games begin Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous My hoes don´t speak english, catch ´em at the foreign money exchange New Armani leather in the Range When you see my gang, tuck in your chain We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! [Chorus: INC] [Merc] I´m bout my money and bout my business (bang!) [B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) [B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon´ get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I´m bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) [B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it´s insignificant (yeah! what?) [B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear ´em say [Black Child] It´s back to business, stackin riches If you, act suspicious, it´s a Wrap like Reynolds Black Continental, mac outta the window Black´s out of his mental, I black out with pistols It ain´t confidential, all the shit I been through Now I´m gettin money and a mill´ is essential Bang bang, nigga, ´til the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye [Caddillac Tah] Nigga you know it´s, business befo´ pleasure, money over chicks Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl [Chorus]
[Ja Rule] Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? Drama, it´s the INC redrum spun backwards Karma, is a muh´fucker watch your actions Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out And the flyest crews goin the fastest Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor Straight cash, bout my paper, I´m on my gangster Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I´m major Maybach and all that, same behaviour Money over bitches, bitches over strangers Guns befo´ bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain´t got no clue that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo´ hottest DJ´s, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Merc] I´m bout my money and bout my business..
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