Bout My Business (Album Version|Explicit)

Bout My Business (Album Version|Explicit) - Ja Rule/Young Merc/Caddillac Tah/Black Child

Written by：Jeffrey Atkins/R. Grant/Irving Lorenzo/T. Crocker/R. Gill/J. Crocker/Simon Haseley

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 sh*t to discuss

Unless it's moneybags

Or the sk eight 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

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 f**kin the same bang

I'm bout my money and

Bout my business bang

Shout out my niggaz en

Route to riches bang

I doubt we different

Hustlers pitchin bang

And we all gon' get away all my niggaz say

I'm bout my money and bout

My business yeah

Whatta bout my b**ches who

Mouth is ridiculous yeah

Gettin money and ni**a it's

Insignificant yeah what

Always get your pay I love

It when I hear 'em say

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 sh*t I been through

Now I'm gettin money and

A mill' is essential

Bang bang ni**a 'til the

Day we die

A tooth for a tooth and a

Eye for a eye

Ni**a 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 b**ch

Like jada pinkett smith for

That paper I leave stinkin and stiff

Your pinky and wrist and your necklace

Get removed ni**a my wolves

Is playin hardball

Leavin him bloody like a

Pelican bay yard brawl

I'm bout my money and

Bout my business bang

Shout out my niggaz en

Route to riches bang

I doubt we different

Hustlers pitchin bang

And we all gon' get away all my niggaz say

I'm bout my money and bout

My business yeah

Whatta bout my b**ches who

Mouth is ridiculous yeah

Gettin money and ni**a it's

Insignificant yeah what

Always get your pay I love

It when I hear 'em say

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'f**ker watch your actions

Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas

I catch fire like matches 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 sh*t for ten years niggaz I'm major

Maybach and all that same behaviour

Money over b**ches b**ches 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 motherf**kers

I'm bout my money and

Bout my business bang

Shout out my niggaz en

Route to riches bang

I doubt we different

Hustlers pitchin bang

And we all gon' get away all my niggaz say

I'm bout my money and bout

My business yeah

Whatta bout my b**ches who

Mouth is ridiculous yeah

Gettin money and ni**a it's

Insignificant yeah what

Always get your pay I love

It when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my money and

Bout my business

Business

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