Men of Business

Lyrics

[Intro: N.O.R.E.] Uh, yo, yo Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all Thugged out, I ain't got no love for y'all Thugged out, we ain't got love for y'all Thugged out, I ain't got no love for y'all [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] Now these funny niggas is actors, they in movies Straight characters, lookin' like Winnie the Poohie Who the only rap cat that really sell crack? Got guns, shit that push ya forehead back (Yeah) You fuck my bitch and I'll fuck yours But yours gave me head, she ain't see my bed That's why I'll never do a song with you It's like y'all niggas got a thong on you, what's wrong with you? And we ain't even gotta have beef We can drink more liquor and smoke a little leaf N.O.R. – I'm slick like Nu-Nile grease Cuba, German Luger with the silencer piece Queens nigga, copped the whole crib, no lease Ya see 'Pone in the Benz with the brand new rims A.M.G. kit, half of y'all niggas is off sick I suggest don't come to the game, just forfeit [Verse 2: Lord Tariq] Niggas know better than this, a verteran at pedellin' bricks Caked up but still hungry, can't settle for shit Half past eleven and the ghetto is sick I saw a nigga from the bricks, sell a reverend a nick And where I'm from, it's infested with magicians and tricks And you ain't shit unless a nigga whippin' a six Gettin' 'em sick with many bitches lickin' the dick Runnin' with niggas and spics who really living this shit And these young niggas thinkin' they invented this shit Because they got a few dollars and his pendant is lit Shit, I hit the club, 10 G's, spend it and split "Nigga, here five thou'" – can't rent him a chick I ain't rich, but the way we livin' is it Venomous lips gettin' me chips and gettin' me trips into the shit Infinite hits, hangin' with Bloods, and spittin' with crips Dump a clip in the clicque and ended this shit [Verse 3: Cuban Link] Yeah, y'all motherfuckers gotta stop frontin' Before I cock the Glock back and pop somethin' Not for nothin', y'all rock, but not enough to lock with us, son I'm hot, bustin' like a shotgun pump, my squad don't front Y'all pop shit, we pop the trunk, so what ya want, punk? I stomp gone from the Bronx to Hong Kong You're long gone now 'cause y'all got souped up like wonton I drop bombs and murder beats, burn 'em to the third degree Y'all heard of me, the first to perform open mic surgery Verbally ill, words built to purposely kill Why y'all herbs still kickin' nursery rhymes, I'm worth a mill' So what the deal, playa? I write the real and the say what I feel So grab ya steel tec, 'cause even when I play fight, I play for real I'm from the 'villes where they torch coffins In front of ya grill like George Foreman Ain't no talkin' to the law enforcements We all be flossin' through New York, walkin' in slow motion Four horsemen style, talk loud and get ya jaw broken [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Yo, we walk dead in these streets, stalk with lead in the heat Guerilla niggas, willing to kill for the bread and the meat Niggas starvin' with their ribs showing, ready to eat When shit get hot, fuck the cops, it be Feds on the beat Not the one to give a speech, baby, we let metal speak Way ahead of the beef, wet him from his head to his feet In a pool of red, bloodshed, spreadin' from a leak Another fool dead, mug red, stretched up on the beach 100 thousand get recruited, General saluted, infinite guns Spit for the ones, shit go down and I'ma flip for my dunns Cop a load of bricks in the tons and push a big whip in the slums The quicker they come, the swifter they plunge Leave 'em to rot on a dark block hollow top fifth in they lung Or catch an ear to ear rip and get hung For just a single slip of the tongue Bust 'em, leave 'em twisted and done [Verse 5: Billy Danze] Now let me take you motherfuckers on a wild ride Which is worldwide, on the wild side, homicide side A lot of serial killers have died I'm one of the few with a will to survive You know this metal fist nigga never choke up Spit venom in 'em and open 'em up The game don't stop, nigga! 'Til everybody shot, nigga! 'Til everybody drop, nigga!, I will catch your ass five years later Right there at ya crib, gettin' on the elevator Creep up on you like I'm kin to Darth Vader then unload the fader Keep an extra clip, for that one courageous neighbor That got visions of being a fucking Power Ranger BLAOW! Motherfucker, see ya later Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-bo-CLACK [Verse 6: Lil' Fame] I bring the beef hardboiled, have y'all shittin' in y'all drawers I'ma show you motherfuckers the meanin' of Star Wars Pop somethin' straight through ya – grrrrrraadung BONG – BOOFTA! I don't give a motherfuck WHO YA The FUCK y'all think?!? Get this Cuban Link, M.O.P, G Rap, Lord Tariq, Nore – end of story Get the fuck off me! I'll have ya niggas open like you drank 20 gallons of Starbucks coffee THIS IS from BK to BX, Queens, and I'm Uptown, body shop Shotty shot, God, he shot SIX–TEEN SLUGS All inside one hammer, blow yo' ass out like 16 candles (WOOSH!) Too hard to handle, check this – Play large and get one lodged inside of your large intestine Now ask yourself! What the fuck is this?! M.O.P., M.O.B. – Men Of Business [Outro: Billy Danze, (Lil Fame)] (What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) NIGGA! (What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) NIGGA! (What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?) NIGGA! (What the fuck what the fuck––) HUH?! Ahh... (Ahh...)