Khayree - Illegal Business lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Mall] Sometimes I sit alone and seek into my thoughts Thinking about the game and how much c**aine is bought By these f**ing fiends, so instead of going broke I had the cot to pop, so watch a youngster go loc I hit the f**ing strip like a savage Sell after sell now I am living kind of lavish I ain't no high-roller but on a steady rise And the strip is getting crowded so a youngster had to strive I'm only on the first f**ing level of the game Me and my cuddies on the ave selling 'caine Thinking about the day that my business will excel But I need more fiends, more product, more mail So me and my cuddies plan on a move To the other side of town where the 'caine flow is cool It was kind of smooth how we hit they f**ing block Selling hella rocks, ain't thinking about getting caught It's enough for man start to notice the come-up It's just a matter of time before the first n***a run up I said, 'It's cool man we out here for peace We ain't tripping off y'all n***as cause there's money in these streets' But word on the turf is, for funk, these n***as ready Cause they telling all the fiends me and my cuddies sell Betty I'm mad as f** so they task me to get my mask Drive past and bust a cap up in a n***a a** This is how it went down where they at I'm curious I'm rubbing on my gat, the gin got me delirious I see him in a circle in a crowd rolling dice sh** was nothing nice how I took my life to vice BOOM BOOM, tricks duck and realize I'm capping Couple of fools to the ground, they found out what happened It ain't no stop for what I do for my riches I'm watching n***as catching hot ones, screaming like b**hes And they going to wonder what is this An 'eye-for-a-mother-f**ing-eye' when I'm doing illegal business [Chorus 2X] (KRS-One: Illegal business controls America) *scratches* [Verse 2: Mac Mall] And after the funk, I think I best'a pack heat Cause fools be getting smoked on these inner city streets About a week later, man, these fools want vengeance I was kicking it up on the block and heard a '40 Chevy engine This must be the hit, so now I run for cover Mad as f** cause these fools want to get me on the under Nathan really happened, just some capping and a casualty A smoked-out fiend on the block, he used to work for me sh** was kind of sick, about the fiend, man, I say 'f** him' He tripping off the rocks that he had that's why they bucked him Now it seems the rollers want to stop me, want to jock me, always hanging around my block, G And they got my boy stressing especially when they took me down for questions But I said a little drama, saying that my grandmama live out here I came out just to see her And now I know I got to get ghost tho Cause I don't want the po-po to kick down my door So before I leave I got a trick up my sleeve I grab the Glocks, the maps, and the uzi machines But can't forget the .380 So watch a young a** n***a go crazy I found out who was calling the shots Knocked on his front door (BOOM) Now that's one mother f**er popped Went to his grindin' spot Saw five punk fools in the parking lot They didn't understand how we drop the top So a fool tried to run, so we shot And as soon as we tried to get up out of there Saw the rollers and cars and coppers, man, everywhere That's what we get, f**ed up on a hit Gotta stay on your motherf**ing toes when you're doing illegal business [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Mall] So now I'm chilling like a mother f**ing villain in a jail cell Post bail cause my attorney knew the judge well So the state sent the D.A. to get me The rollers ran in my house and found a half-a-ki' My lawyer said, 'If things don't go as planned They could send a n***a down for straight life, man' So I blame it on society Cause if life would have been better for me, I wouldn't slang D But that's beside the point Think about my case as I fire up the doja joint My lawyer called and said 'forget about the rocks in your residence The junkie just turned state evidence' Damn! And now I'm in a real shock Because a fiend that used to work for me hooked up with the cops I gotta think of a plan Don't want to be washed like Tide Pay off the D.A. and now he's on my side So on the first day of court I sit there like a mac and watch the D.A. f** up the facts At the end of the trial the judge sentenced me to 4, huh But I'm only doing 2 tho Just some time to get my game straight And figure out where I'm gon' be relocating Don't trip cause I will be out in a few So look me up in a ghetto near you Doing straight illegal business