Straight Business

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's 1992, ha Ski and CMT, bitch [Verse 1] Oh, it's a slap in the face when motherfuckers come in and try to school ya But oh, how the Ski and CMT has to do ya I'll let you come into my establishment E&C Productions gettin' fatter, bitch But oh, how a nigga think Ski's in the background But I'll let 'em think that while I make more and more sounds I can keep a nigga down if I want to Especially for a bitch-ass nigga that ain't true I give a damn when they ask "Come on, Ski and CMT, do a track" 'Cause I don't want the money, nah, that ain't it I just refuse to help a nigga that ain't shit So, I play the role because it's on Talk about the shit when I'm on the microphone Bitch-ass nigga want production that's tight But can't come at the Ski and CMT right I fill the head, nigga, but you thinkin' I'm a joke I broke 'em off once, now I'm breakin' them 'til they broke You want a beat, nigga, but you don't have my back Thought a nigga would walk in and just do a track? That's the stupid motherfuckers who don't get a contract And if they get jacked, they wanna get the gat I don't play that shit, 'cause I'm comin' straight legit That's for stupid motherfuckers I know, huh, I'm straight business [Chorus] "This, this is serious business" "So just handle your business, ho" "This, this, this is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "Y'all ready for this?" "This is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "This, this is serious business" "Y'all ready for this?" "And get the Ski and CMT in the front door" [Verse 2] In '91, motherfuckers tried to hold me back In '92, a motherfucker got a bigger gat So I can spray record companies on the gank They didn't like rappin' 'til the shit made bank They only go for money, and they'll get you Black man Smile in your face, sign the contract and then you're back to slavery again So how the hell you tellin' me You just wanna sign 'cause you need some chump money, huh They don't give a fuck about you 'Cause if you don't sign, they got another nigga that want to I'll be damned to go out like a bitch Signin' on the line for five fuckin' digits, huh Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, or fifty G's Yeah, punk, suck dick while you're on your knees You wanna tell me how to play the game? I'ma take my time, bitch, and come up that rich You're in the game for a short while Throw in the towel, motherfucker, 'cause I'll be forced to take a mile Now who the fuck you fuckin' with? I been watchin' these local rappers fall all year and shit Nothin' in your pocket except lint But you keep on sidin', not providin' A high roller you wanna be Keep on sidin' in your car and get jacked on a back street You little old-ass mark Material things will bring your ass a whole lotta fuckin' pain I watch niggas from the streets try to fade this Back up, bitch, 'cause I'm straight business [Chorus] "This, this is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "This is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "Y'all ready for this?" "This, this is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "This, this, this is serious business" "Y'all ready for this?" "And get the Ski and CMT in the front door" [Verse 3] He's my friend? Oh, hell no, I don't think so Niggas wanna play me like I don't know the info But I peep game every time that you come around Plottin' how to keep the Ski and CMT down Smile in my face, got the gat to my back Ready to blow a nigga off the map I reverse the game on the bitch and come real My homie Rally Rall told me the fuckin' deal Broke my crew up, you can't do it 'cause I'm tight Comparing me and you is like comparing a samurai to a butter knife Oh, you rapping misfit What's it gonna take for you to make a real hit? Your style is old and it's played out I mean, it's faded out So why don't you break the hell on out? Instead of being bitter about the nigga that got juice Call on the Ski and CMT to produce Talkin' all that shit about you need a new sound 'Cause your last album got motherfuckin' clowned But you're still hangin' with the nigga that you diss You're just another fake nigga added to the list And if it takes that to get you where you need, bitch Then you can't kick it with the Ski and C 'Cause we're real and straight business [Interlude] Yeah, the real motherfuckin' niggas know who they are You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause you're always comin' real with it If you ain't comin' real with it, bitch get out the fuckin' game This is comin' from the motherfuckin' E-A-Ski and CMT And we know who fuckin' tryna con us and who ain't So break north, bitch I'm out [Chorus] "This is serious business" "So just handle your business, ho" "This, this, this is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "This, this is serious business" "So, so just handle your business, ho" "This, this is serious business" "And get the Ski and CMT in the front door"