M.o.p. - Men of Business lyrics

[Lil' Fame] Aahhhh!... [Billy Danze] Hahahaha.... [Lord Tariq] Yeah n***a... [Noreaga] Yeah n***a Whatha f**?...Thugged out and we ain't got love for y'all [Lil' Fame] whatha f**..whatha f**..whatha f**... [Noreaga] Thugged out and I ain't got love for y'all... [Billy Danze] n***ah!...n***ah!... [Cuban Link] Cubaaaaa! [Noreaga] Uh..Yo..Yo..Thugged out.. we ain't got love for y'all.. Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all.. (x4).. Now these funny n***as is actors, they in movies Straight characters, Lookin' like "Winnie the poohie" Who the only rap cat that really sell crack?, got gunz sh** that push ya forehead back, Yeah! You f** my b**h and I'll f** yours But yours gave me head, she ain't see my bed Thats why, I'll never do a song with you It's like y'all n***as got a thong on you, whats wrong with you? And we ain't even gotta have beef We can drink malt liquour and smoke a lil' leaf N.o.r..I'm slick like nunile grease Cuba..german Luger with the silencer piece Queens n***a, copped the whole crib, no lease Ya see 'Pone in the Benz with the brand new rims A.m.g kit, half of y'all n***as is off sick I suggest don't come to the game, just forfeit... [Lord Tariq] n***as know betta than this, a verteran at pedellin' bricks Caked up but still hungry, can't settle for sh** Half past eleven in the ghetto is sick I saw a n***a from the bricks, sell a rev' in a nic' And where I'm from, It's infested with magicians and tricks And you ain't sh** unless a n***a whippin' a six Gettin' 'em sick with many b**hes lickin' the dick Runnin' with n***as and spiks who really living this sh** And these young n***as thinkin' they invented this sh** Because they got a few dollars and his pendant is slick sh** I hit the club, ten g's spend it and split n***a had five thou', can't rent him a chick I ain't rich but the way we livin is it, venomous lips Gettin' me chips and gettin' me drips, enter this sh** Infinite hits, hangin' with Bloods and spittin' with crips Dump a clip in the click and ended this sh**... [Cuban Link] Yeah.. Y'all motherf**ers gotta stop frontin' Before I count in, Block back and pop sumthin' Not for nuthin', y'all rock but not enough to lock with us son,i'm hot Bustin' like a shotgun pump, my squad don't front Y'all pop sh**, we pop the trunk So what ya want punk? I stomp, gone from the bronx to Hong Kong Your lone gone now, coz y'all got souped up like wantang I drop bombs and murder beats, burn 'em to the third degree Y'all hearda me, the first to preform open mic surgery Verbally ill, words built to purpously k** Why y'all herbs still kickin' nursery rhymes, I'm worth a mil' So what the deal boy? I WritE the real and the say what I feel SO grab ya steel tec', its evil when I play fight, I play for real I'm from the 'vills where they torch coffins In front of ya grlls like George Forman Ain't no talkin' to the law enforcements We all be flossin' through New York, walkin' in slow motion Four horsemen style, talk loud and getcha jaw broken... [Kool G. Rap] Yo we walk dead in these streets, stalk with lead in the heat Guerilla n***as willin' to k** for the bread and the meat n***as starvin' with their ribs showin', ready to eat When sh** get hot, f** the cops, it be feds on the beat Not the one to give a speech baby, we let metal speak Way ahead of the beef, Wet him from his head to his feet In a pool of red, bloodshed, spreadin' from a leak Another fool dead, mug red, stretched up on the beach Four hundred thousand, get recruited, general saluted Infinite guns, spit for the ones, sh** go down and i'ma flip for my duns Cop a load of bricks in the tonnes, and push a big whip in the slums The quicker they come, the swifter they plunge Leave 'em to rot on a dark block, hollow tip fifth in they lung Or catch an ear to ear rip and get hung From just a single slip of the tongue Bust'em, leave 'em twisted and done... [Billy Danze] Now let me take you motherf**ers on a wild ride Which is worldwide, on the wild side,homicide side Where a lot of serial k**ers have died I'm one of the few with a will to survive, you Know this metal fist n***a never choke up Spit venom in 'em and open 'em up The game Non stop.. [Lil' Fame]n***aaa!... Til' everybody shot.. [Lil' Fame]n***aaa!.. Til' everybody drop.. [Lil' Fame]n***aaa!.. I will catch your a** five years later Rite there at ya crib gettin' on the elavator Creep up on you like I'm kin to Darth Vader, then unload the fader Keepin' extra clips for that one couragous neighbour That got visions of being a f**in' "Power Ranger", [Lil' Fame]Blaaoow!.. Motherf**er see ya later... [M.O.P.] Bukkabukkabukkabukka... Clack!...like whoa!... [Lil' Fame] I bring the beef hard for you,have y'all sh**tin' in y'all drawers I'ma show you motherf**ers the meanin' of star wars Pop sumthin' straight through ya, Grrraam bam bootah! I don't give a motherf** who ya are, What the f** y'all think? This is Cuban Link, M.O.P, G Rap, Lord Tariq, N.O.R.E End of story, get the f** off me I have ya n***as open like you drank twenty gallons of Starbucks coffee This is, from B.K to B.X, Queens, and I'm uptown Body shot, shotty shot, God he shot sixteen slugs! I could shut one hammer, blow your a** out like sixteen candles, too hard to handle Check this, play large and get one large inside of your large intestine Now ask yourself, what the f** is this? M.O.P., M.O.B, Men of business, hahaaaaaa!....