You Know the Biss

Lyrics

[Intro] Mane, a nigga smoked out on that light-light Mane, I need to put some pimpin' in this thang, some pimpin' [Chorus] Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness [Verse 1] Still a mack, still a thug Still a mane showin' love To my dawgs, to my folks Violators, feel these slugs In ya back, ratta-tat It's your dawg Project Pat In the hood havin' fun Sippin' on Paul Masson Give me some, show me love Like the man up above Watch me rise to the top Spread my wings like a dove Mean mug, niggas lookin' And a henn from a smile But inside, blood cooking Got a problem wit' my style Wit' the clique, wit' the clan Lames, I don't understand If you feel that you real Fuck it's on, grab the steel On the real, hoes run they mouth And get pimp smacked Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack Heat tight, trick tight Killas pullin' pistol play When you pull ya tone My nig' that's where you gon' lay I'm a say this to you haters wit' them problems Step up to the Patsta Boy, I'ma solve 'em [Chorus] Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness [Verse 2] All in my face and he knowin' he don't like me Probably wanna shoot me Maybe wanna fight me Suck me, paid me Mane that's what yo' bitch do Lovin' me the most 'cause I let her do the clique too Prophet Posse, all these hoes never frontin' Mane, they off that ezay Gobblin' up somethin' Dick in ya mouth Slow it down wit' that rough stuff Fine vicious cat, toes curlin' like a cheese puff Cheese first, cap blast AC blows in the tent (Tell these girls whats goin' on) Nothing, ho, but the rent Got me bent out of shape To you hoes that are fake Get the fuck out my face 'Fore I shoot you in ya face Murder rate shall increase Mother-fuck the police Ridin' up on yo' ass, then ya ass be deceased Never peace where I live Known for the cross-out First haters step, first haters get tossed out [Chorus] Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Playa gonna shine. trick You ain't on my level, trick Mane, you know the business Mane, you know the business Catch up wit' ya kind, mane I don't get wit' fakeness [Outro: Juicy J] What's the business? What's the business? For the nine nine, North Memphis (Memphis, Tennessee) Smokin' on that light-light, what y'all know about that? Probably don't even wanna hit this motherfucka Once again, get as high as you can Whatever you wanna do