Take Care of Yo Business

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah, these bitches got some motherfuckin' problems All on our motherfuckin' dick You know I'm sayin' You got some motherfuckin' problems You need to come in our motherfuckin' face with the shit And take care of your motherfuckin' business, bitch [Chorus: DJ Paul] Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Sittin' back, gettin' my dick sucked by the neighborhood ho Chizzillin' izzin mizzy rizzoom with the lights out And smokin' dope Funky drunk from sturdy drinkin' on that Gin & J But then I had to go and mix it up with the Courvoisier And then I had to top it off by smokin' on that Chocolate Thai *coughs* Also puttin' the street to a long night sleep It's passin' on my mind (I'll kill you, bitch) Sturdy hearin' rumors in the streets about my Triple 6 plan And why all these busters on the dick of the Killa Man? (Talkin' all of that motherfuckin' shit) And if you think we talk about hoes too much, trick You need to take care of your business, you weak bitch (What's so pretty, nigga? What's up with it?) I'm tired of hearin' shit that's bein' said by another nigga Motherfuckers thinkin' they hard, just because they're a little bigger I got a little-bitty trigger that'll break a law (Yeah, .45 Glock, nigga, TEC-9, ho) Especially for them niggas that's talkin' they monkey ass off And I shoot to kill, I shoot to kill me a trick Runnin' your funky mouth? Take care of your business, bitch [Chorus: DJ Paul] Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks [Verse 2: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] My name is the Scarecrow, fresh out the crazy house Black Glock, black Khaki's, loced out, lights out Nigga, it's the cell block makin' me keep the nina cocked Why do I keep the assassin mentality Havin' me make all these bodies drop? From fuckin' the shit up all over again Better come fill my prescription The murderous shit I be doin' It's just an effect when I'm takin' my medicine Oh, my mind is out there, mane, it's like distant I pick up a pack of the ammo, real stout Killa Man is my assistance (Yeah) Mystic Stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement When you decide to fuck up, nigga, you better learn this I'm crematin' motherfuckers down in my furnace Triple 6 Mafia, that's the clique I'm down for (Mafia got you fools dead) Boomin' these hard gangster tapes in the M-Town, ho Barin', ballin' motherfuckers, so, when you hear the sound click Better duck down, trick Take care of your business [Chorus: DJ Paul] Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch Take care of your business, bitch The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks [Outro: KRS-One] When some clown jumps up to get beat down When some clown jumps up to get beat down When some clown jumps up to get beat, beat down When some clown jumps up to get beat— Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat down And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll-I'll play the nine and you play the target And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll play the nine and you play the target And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll play the nine and you play the tar-target And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll play the nine and you play the target And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll play the nine and you play the target And you can tell by the bodies that are left around I'll play the nine and you play the target And you can tell by the bodies that are left