Everything Is Business, Pt. 1

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah we finna drop the second side of this dope shit, bitch [Scarface Sample] This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] The definition of a playa: A nigga that play hoes, to make the ends meet You gotta know the game How it's played, it's all about thinkin' deep Some gonna cross you out, some gonna smoke you out But you can talk yo ass off My Glock will break 'em somethin' off proper I kick it at Raifords where the playas at Bumpin' pimpin' smokin' sacks With Dre and RayRay hittin that mask We love to see these niggas sweat up on our bitches, see Drizze hit them baby then we vampin' with them dead G's Rollin' clean, so now them robbers tryin' to follow us Fuck number 1, my number 9 will make 'em bite the dust Pull to the curb, let them hoes hit the backseat Ballin' 80 miles, one came up short, I pushed her in the street Bitch I need my money, no matter Whatever the trap gotta snap You get me fucked up with that shit Talkin' 'bout you still broke I gotta beat you hoe Aizzs I get tizzo you get this pizzay, ya' dirty bitch Take me to a commercial I'll be back to tell what happen next [Chorus] Once again in the end, they're D-E-A-D Breakin 'em down to the slab And I'm hip to every bitch trying to get a grip Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out, now [Bridge: DJ Paul] Everything is business, ain't shit personal Everything is business, ain't shit personal Everything is business, ain't shit personal [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo But all of a sudden I heard three shots go through my window I crawled to my bedroom then I reached up under my mattress I grip my Glock Then ran up out the door, and started to cappin' The only thing I seen was the duals from the Chevy Three holes in my wall got me spooked, but I ain't scary I called up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too I got some static, it's time to jump in our mechanic suits When I popped the clip in to the Smith n' W-E-double-S-O-N Ho, I shoot yo fuckin' granddaddy off the porch We caught 'em slippin' he was hangin' on the backstreets Fuck the trunk, we put his ass in the backseat Glock in his face, bitch, don't look at me he tried to explain I started to laugh, and then I smacked him with my pistol, mane Diligent, and straight jacked and beat him down, I told him not to shoot the ho, but Goldy said smoke him It ain't that personal [Chorus] You know— Don't fuck with me You—You—You know who you're fuckin' with A nigga with a crazy check You know who you're fuckin' with You know who you're fuckin' with A nigga with a crazy check Don't fuck with me You know who you're fuckin' with You know who you're fuckin' with Don't—Don't fuck with me A nigga with a crazy check You know who you're fuckin' with [Bridge: DJ Paul] Everything is business, ain't shit personal Everything is business, ain't shit personal Everything is business, ain't shit personal Everything is business, ain't shit personal [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Why I can't sleep, I'm still tired but my eyes open Early in the mornin', under disguise, but I'm still scopin' Suckers I'ma rob, then jump into my costume Jack a nigga for a key of yams, then commence to boom Deals got my bitches on they heels, lookin' out for the clout Smokin' out the weed and these hoes bring the fuckin' trap My Glock is cocked to pop and drop, these niggas down to stang me I release the clip, you slip, I trip and flip you, can't you dig it G? 5-0 creepin' fuck them bitches, mane we stayin' strapped Woodlawn, Kney Street, Smokey City, Watkins and Brown Down sound of the twelve, when them coppers rollin' through The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin' straight outta' the North, fool Meanin' that, slippin' with this pimpin', will get yo' ass sprayed Mike got the Tec, you least expect it 'cause he got a fade Awful, ain't it? Backyard niggas down with smokin' hoes Everything is business bitch, ain't shit personal