Lyrics

[Verse 1] You on my wood like a termite My patna said that when you come around, his weed don't even burn right It's looking like I got a wig to split You telling people what I done before I did the shit Hold up, patna, chill, a'fighting we gon' be You ain't got your life in line, how you gon' speak on me? When they start to talk trash, like handguns I blast Ain't got a gal so you dwelling on the ones I smash Ain't got a check so you worrying about the ones I cash You talk fast, fool, your mouth got the runs like ass Can't wait to tell, patna, 'cause you fake as hell If spreading business was a crime, you'd go straight to jail South Park, MO City, Fifth Ward, The Third If y'all know somebody like that, go on and shoot 'em the bird And the best way you can recognize a slanderous word Is if the first thing to leave they mouth is "Guess what I heard?" [Chorus] Now how come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine How come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine [Verse 2] If the topic is hot, they gossip a lot It won't stop with a plot 'til they possibly get profit ya got Tryna constantly figure out who bed you hopping up out If you on top they try to drop you down to the opposite spot You corrupt and shife, too much drama up in your world But in the meantime, your homeboy running up in your girl On the bottom is where these haters wanna see K I know it's true because you all up in my mix just like a DJ But you don't know me, you twenty steps below me See me hollering at a female, and when I left, he back-doored me Ain't like I'm tripping, you was putting cash down And after all that, she still shot your rotten ass down You're talking down on playas tryna survive When it comes to hating, you put hours in like a 9-to-5 Your old man was just like ya back in '73 (That's how it be) I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree [Chorus] Now how come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine How come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine [Bridge] You know who just went to jail, you know who just got out You know who smoking, who selling, who shot who and who got shot You know who snitching, who doing bad, who laying up with who But it's funny how nobody don't know nothing about you [Verse 3] They whole m.o. is to hurt your flow That's the reason why they don't let your ass in church no more I can't stand you, that's why your little freak got ran through Why is a grown man worrying about what another grown man do? That shit don't land you in a unescapable scandal It catch you up in some heat that your ass can't handle And if I die first, I won't let ya pass I'ma come back as a foot and kick you dead in your ass You wanna roll but see I roll harder And like a bucket with a hole in it, your ass can't hold water Get off my nuts, build your name instead 'cause like a hooper who tore his ACL, your game is dead [Chorus] Now how come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine How come fools always worrying about what's on your mind? Talking about me instead of getting up on your grind I'ma tell you hoes this one more time You need to get your own business, stay your ass out mine