Grown Man Business (Fresh Vintage Bottles)

Lyrics

[Intro: Minnesota] Hear Me, See Me Welcome to Soundview Projects Bronx New York, 10473 [Verse 1: Minnesota] Intersection action ribs touching New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman Loose mamis fucking, they're definite land mines Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid Fighting federal cases with legal aids The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger I smell, feel, touch and taste their hunger Next in line to rep these street signs to their blunder Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony These niggas wanna be Pistol Pete - without the penalty His last words, promise me this much in death: "Don't let my boy grow up to retrace my steps" Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it If you encounter opposition get a inch from their face with It Later amigo, digest the data end discreetly Sex money and boss my ties to hear me see me True villain, face covered, driving gloves Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove They say that grown men lay on they prey, took shorts in the street Came back and made up for that with that white sheet Revenge is best served cold, get it the same way you give it This ain't fear I just need to get away with it So don't stop over here, you're looking at me like I'm lame But I'm looking at y'all like "You call this the drug game?" Grandchild hosing sims, put the heroin in queens Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting three feet off of the floor, cover the smell of the raw Chess moves like Barksdale, my connects untimely King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's 03 scene MVP and one Accord Boss makes decision paper wins awards [Intermission: Yasiin Bey] See Me, Hear Me Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206 Roosevelt Projects, wild rose water the plant (Yeah) [Verse 2: Yasiin Bey] Son you know what it is From the moment that you come over the bridge And if you don't ride with me I'ma show you some shit I'mma show you how my niggas stay sure in the mix I'mma show you where the pain in the poetry is Ghetto young'ns spend a lot of time alone in the crib BET on the screen, walls and posters of BIG Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6 Blazing up the ambro', with glow over their wrist Hop in the game knowing the risk, still down to load up their clip Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip But when you hear a head crack there ain't no rolling again Snatch the dice and everything you want is going to them That's how it happens Good people, bad habits Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics Searching for the truth, leaping through the holy tablet The Bible, the Quran, or the ten crack commandments Speak on it God: "What's today's mathematics? The five day forecast? The Dow Jones average? The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers?" Life is a test and we've all got to answer The streets keep calling. It's hard not answer And on my government-my attribute-my all So it's only natural I holla black and respond Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down Cock hard with no coat we do not fuck around [Outro: Yasiin Bey] That's what it is (All Day) That's what is niggas (Official, Official) Nah That's how it is niggas (M-Don, M-Definite) BX, BK live all day Get with it Grown Man Business