DJ Slip - Tha Business lyrics

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DJ Slip - Tha Business lyrics

[EIHT] Geah (hey) b**h Get down like you live, hey, uh Get down like you live Geah Uh, we's a gang a player n***as that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a Rag 5-0 Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a Tight-a** click Rolex Presidential Filled with diamonds and sh** Who pull the licks straight Pound after pound since '88 Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay' Federalies can't harm me Black-a** army in Armani And they still Can't see me Cause I'm - paper down Fiends to keep happy Never - f**in frown Mr. Tony the blacker baron My b**hes in G-strings covered by Donna Caren Mr. Tony never leave ya: bye bye! Versace suits with the f**in' collar - bu*terfly Cristal everybody drinkin' b**hes ain't gettin' in if their p**y stinkin' Check it out You know tha business, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Lil' Hawk fo' sho' Geah [LIL HAWK] Peeping my n***a We f**ing hoes by the dozen Walking around This muthaf**a too buzzing ??????? drink posted in my hand 'Cardi and Dom Cause I'm the muthaf**in man Step with a stroll Little Hawky too cold On speakers that's ???? I play them ho's on the low You know How the sh** be going When we be blitzed High as f** And now them hookers s**ing dicks [DA FOE] Aha aha, I needs them muthaf**in millions on the West So I can roll in a Benz And have a big Lex On top of the world Is F-O-E When I'm lettin' your a** know this is C-P-T 4-4 Mags keep n***as tight When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype Hustlin' is how a n***a make move For the business, my record blow up faster to Triple You know the business [EIHT] You know tha business (geah) you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Big Nasty fo' sho' [BIG NASTY] You see tonight we gettin' deep In Gucci and Armani Gator boots and Boogie suits With the bu*ton from Versace Diamond down is a must And a considerable part of our gear from the ???? princess cut To the 6 pound studs in my ear Hoppin out of the two-tone Rolls k**a ???? on my toes, got me Steady hollerin at ho's, this n***as cold and it shows Diamonds shining These beggars steady blindin Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin' Who smoke weed the most? Cristal when we toast In J-Boogie coats 300 foot speed boats Smokin' pounds of yay n***a we guzzlin Courva**ier Girl these Nasty and Eiht And these mobsters don't play Get down like you live [EIHT] Hey Geah (we ain't fakers) You know tha business Get down like you live Geah You know tha business, b**h, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Ah ah, fo' sho' Best stay the f** up out my pockets Cash flows to blast off like Rockets Anybody sippin' Cristal - I ain't trippin Cause the papers to burn Tommy Hil from head to toe With the heads to turn Jet boats b**hes in bikinis with life coats Max in the Isles of Hawaii Or the alpine slopes Fur coats keep the b**hes smilin' A little diamond Keep the p**y for a little while and I'll be gone Mr. Tony street tycoon Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey) Basketball court with a olympic pool Big screen, Sony Play Station geah, that's kinda cool You wanna max? 7 digits on my new contracts Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - Nautica slacks Y'all know who's the macks And b**hes - this ain't no game Cause ain't a damn thang changed And the names stay the same Get down like you live Geah Get down like you live ho' You know the muthaf**in business Eiht Hype, mob town and we outta this b**h Geah