Serious Biz

Lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] This is serious business Yeah, this is serious business Horseshoe G, serious business On-One S, serious business [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Oh shit Over dosage of dope shit I'm so sick You want it on with Capone Get your throat slit The 4-4 clap ya Your face fall off like most of these old rappers I'm sick to the core, I floor niggas in war My whore thicker than yours My Porsche sicker than yours My team winnin' You wanna forfeit when we score We still gutter Pullin' up in four Bentley Azure's Yeah, I'm on fire The nigga that blow bullet holes through your low rider West Coast rider Don't try to flow tighter What I recite'll make ya buy ya both ya ghostwriters I'm dope as coke by the way I rob the Glock dealer quick Mobsta's hit your block on some Godzilla shit To squash ya Mister cop killa's finna cop skrilla Lickin' shots, quick to pop niggas with this Mafia clique [Chorus: Crooked I] We tuck the heat, plus we above the law We club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (Yeah, yeah) In public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (Yeah) We rugged as fuck, slugs'll touch you all Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta MC (Yeah, nigga) Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta [Verse 2: Dice Dinero] Who think they could fuck with this young gun clapper That'll send 8 shots through your fitted, then after that, send 8 more at'cha I'm a known menace I'm wreckin' shit from Long Beach to Venice Niggas be disfigured when I'm finished And that's on the Shoes The first nigga that open up his mouth, outta your camp, will be the first nigga you lose 'Cause I represent the C.O.B We O.G The heats on me Creepin' through East Long Beach [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] I'm hot so when I drop, I'm leavin' the top off Hop out with house kicks, sweepin' the sidewalk Go wake to the barrel of my heat, if you nod off Y'all soft, Y'all all should cease that I'm hot talk Yeah I'm menace to both, demented and cold I'll stick in your throat, the pick in my fro In fridge is my flow No way, do you cats want it with Siegs I sit on chromes, meanin' I keep two straps under my seat [Chorus: Crooked I] We tuck the heat, plus we above the law We club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (Yeah, yeah) In public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (Yeah) We rugged as fuck, slugs'll touch you all Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta MC (Yeah, nigga) Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta [Verse 4: Julius Luciano] The H-Gang keep the straps with us Like hittin' nasty sluts, ya get burned when the Magnum bust Actin' tough, I smack and punch ya Fast to punk ya like Ashton Kutcher Actually cut'cha I stab ya like acupuncture My swag is gutter rap hustler, slash, ratchet toucher Poppin' the semi auto, ya die slow What I'm cockin' is in ya hot low, the Glock blow Me and Dominick Intriago in the chocolate 6 Hoppin' out with house shoes, I call 'em concert kicks No stoppin' this 'cause I'm an optimistic Watch the Rocky wrist, blind your optics mist Yeah, my minds worse than Saddam The kinda verse I kick is gangsta like Converse kicks I let my hands talk, converse with my fists I'm like Pac, I bomb first, prick [Chorus: Crooked I] We tuck the heat, plus we above the law We club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (Yeah, yeah) In public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (Yeah) We rugged as fuck, slugs'll touch you all Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta MC (Yeah, nigga) Nah Gangsta rapper that ain't me (Let 'em know) Nah dog, I'm a gangsta