Takin’ Care of Business

Lyrics

[Intro: Saigon] We gon' go from up top to down under, baby New York City to Melbourne (Boom) Let that beat rock, nigga It's Big Phrase, it's Saigon, man First and last time, we gon' spit at these homo niggas Let's get at 'em! [Verse 1: Saigon] Who wan' spit? Who wan' hear some more other type sick shit? The flow is flowingly fluid like liquid In Australia they sayin' my shit's wicked Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't even have to kick shit But look, you still lyin' in your raps and Always acting like you dyin' for some action But we really know you not though, you not no Vatos Loco, you a twat yo, fo' sure I'ma get rich or die tryin like 50 Even if I gotta do something that's tight risky Pass me the henny, bitch, I don't like whisky My gun snap, crackle and pop like Rice Krispies Whatever y'all want y'all can get So what you got a gun? You ain't poppin' it, so stop poppin' shit Nigga, you fuck around and get bucked with the gat Big Phrase and Saigon, now what's fuckin' with that? Boom [Scratches: DJ Flagrant] "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" [Verse 2: Phrase] As complex as it seems, it's as simple as this: Half a kilo of steel that I wield in my fist So fuck your karma, 'cause we surrounded by the golden armour Bring the drama till your cryin' to ya mama With many techniques of pyrotechnics I'm quicker with the next shit The records on the deck flip, you're tickin' off the checklist Of cardiac arrest kids, you missed the point And it's official, Phraser grab the mic, wave it up like a pistol I stay equipped on the danger tip And keep pushing till your brain is hit, infected You run your mouth like J Wess, would run for status I went from running drugs and now I'm spittin' with the famous Yo, you need to check your fuckin' head punks You studied all the wrong questions and you wondering why ya text flunked Basic, we never work with a fake clique Phrase and Saigon keep collecting them payslips [Scratches: DJ Flagrant] "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" [Verse 3: Saigon] With the strength of a hundred baboons, I beat ya eyes black as a fuckin' racoon Leave you covered in stab wounds, dead in a public bathroom You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit Know what I notice? That tough shit is just what you spit I couldn't picture you busting a clip I could see you sucking a dick or getting fucked with a stick Drama with me, son, your baby mama would be Found in the woods hanging by her thong from a tree [Verse 4: Phrase] It's wrong what you see, the way we rip the strong from the weak It's on if you speak, 'cause me and Sai will shatter your cheeks We scrapping with freaks and leave your crew in tatters for weeks You motherfuckers really sure you wanna battle the streets? I take you out and put you back on a rack When a customer got a query, son, I tell 'em your wack You see the fact is you couldn't move the streets with your tactics It's wack shit and that's the end of that ya fuckin' spastic [Scratches: DJ Flagrant] "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" "Fuck y'all" "We out there" "Takin' care of business" "Take it to the streets If you feel like you can finish" [Outro: Phrase] Yeah, and that's the way it is You're gonna get the fuck outta here Phrase, Saigon Marlin Records, [?] collaboration Melbourne to Brooklyn, fuck [?] [?] Saigon we on our way to the top We on our way to the top [Scratches: DJ Flagrant] "We come from the same place"