Lord Infamous - Take Care of Yo Bizness lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul talking] Yeah these b**hes got some motherf**in' problems All on our motherf**in' dick You know I'm sayin', you got some problems You need to come in our face with the sh** And take care of yo motherf**in' business b**h [Hook: DJ Paul] Take care yo business b**h, take care yo business b**h Always talkin' that hard sh**, take care yo business b**h Take care yo business b**h, take care yo business b**h Always talkin' that a** off, take care yo business b**h Take care yo business b**h, take care yo business b**h Always talkin' that hard sh**, take care yo business b**h Take care yo business b**h, take care yo business b**h The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barrin' none of you tricks [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Sittin' back gettin' my dick s**ed by the neighborhood hoe Ch-izz-illin' izz-in m-izz-y (?) With the lights out and smokin' dope Funky (?) from sturdy drinkin' on that Gin & J But then I had to go and mix it up with the Courvoisier And then I had to top it up, I'm smokin' on that chocolate (?) Also puttin' the street to a long night sleep plus (?) on my mind Sturdy hearin' rumors in the streets about my Triple 6 (?) why always (?) on the dick of the k**a Man And if you think you talk about hoes to us trick You need to take care of yo business ... I'm tired of hearing sh** thats being said by another n***a Motherf**ers thinkin' they hard Just because they a little bigger I got a little-bitty trigger that'll break em' off Especially for them n***as hoes Hats talkin their monkey a** off And I shoot to k**, I shoot to k** me a trick Run your f**ing mouth? Take care your business b**h! [Hook: DJ Paul] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] My name is the Scarecrow, fresh out the crazy house Black Glock, black Kakhi, smoked out, lights out n***a it's the cell block makin' me keep the nina co*ked Why do I keep the a**a**in mentality Havin' me make all these bodies drop From f**in' the sh** up all over again Better come fill my prescription The murderous sh** I be doin' It's just an effect when I'm takin' my medicine Oh my mind is out there, mane it's like distant I pick up a pack of the ammo and start k**a Man is my a**istance Mystic Stylez of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement When you decide to f** up, n***a you better learn this I'm crematin' motherf**ers down in my furnace Triple 6 Mafia, that's the click I'm down for Boomin' these hard gangsta tapes in the M-Town hoe (?) motherf**ers so when you hear the sound click Better duck down trick, take care yo business [Hook: DJ Paul] [Outro: KRS One samples]