Big Business

Lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore To the sand, as a thousand veins slither through my hand Could not withstand a man from the underland of pain As his brains hit the grains and I bury the remains, with my fangs Piercing through a bitches jugular Infamous bangin' with psychotic serial killers The Triple Six murderers Not leaving enough to put in a tea cup When I'm ready to cook, and I rip up the hook Cause these niggas get took by the Infamous crook And the Mafia villain will fuck up a rookie Drop him to his knees with the N-I-N-E Slug gets dug and bloody up your mug Because me really love to make a stang Mr. high capper don't make me touch ya mane I got the scope, but not the kind that kills bad breath I got the kind that likes to fuck up ya good health Everybody in this bitch let's rip some shit up Tear da club up thugs on ya spot, put 'em up! [Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I kill, kill, kill, I murder, murder, murder Hater's in my face, watch a nigga hurt-ah Fourty, fourty cal I pull out my back pocket I grab you by your neck, I pull it outta socket Range, Range, Range, Rover, Rover, Rover Bogus-fuckin'-tags, police pull me over But I blast on these hoes cause I'm too fuckin' dangerous Prophet the Posse, I doubt you hoes could hang wit us Killin' off you bitches, that's an easy task You fools that last, a bullet proof and mask on dat ass, I dash To yo muthafuckin crib soon as I find out where you live Flashlights in yo face - robbery or a murder case Roamin' through the motherfuckin' Black Haven area Prophet is my Posse, I doubt you've seen some scarier Plenty talk shit, but they ain't nothing but characters 100,000 dollar cars, now how you gon' laugh at us? [Hook: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] You got the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch Because the thugs on ya spot, fresh out the box The crowd so live, they comin' in flocks Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch [Verse 2: Juicy J] First I wanna grab a nigga by his neck, drag him to my fuckin' set Take a nigga blow, and his cheese, and them cigarettes Put the gun up to his nose, tie him up from head to toe Strap his body in a bag, throw him in a bayou Call my niggas Dee and Blue Project Pat, ya'll know what to do Creep through them streets wit them thangs, blast on any fool! Tear Da Club Up Thugs in this motherfucker, runnin' shit If you want to playa hate the click then your done with Knowin' we ain't going bitch, makin' fakers dig they ditch Scarin' families in the night, makin' 'em pull the panic switch Comin' like Titanic trick, holocaust wit a grip Crazyndalazdaz - I'm 'bout to have a fuckin' fit Hold me back, don't let me go, I'm high as hell and on the road Nigga I break off in ya house and boot yo baby wit a pole Lunatic and superstitious, on the corner like I'm pimpin If I see ya on the block I'm buckin', buckin' wit the quickness [Outro: Lord Infamous] You got the thugs on ya spot