Mc Eiht - Tha Business lyrics

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Mc Eiht - Tha Business lyrics

[eiht] Geah (hey) b**h Get down like you live, hey, uh Get down like you live Geah Uh, we's a gang a player n***as that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a rag 5-0 Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a Tight-a** click Rolex presidential Filled with diamonds and sh** Who pull the licks straight Pound after pound since '88 Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay' Federalies can't harm me Black-a** army in armani And they still Can't see me Cause I'm - paper down Fiends to keep happy Never - f**kin frown Mr. tony the blacker baron My b**hes in g-strings covered by donna caren Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye! Versace suits with the f**kin' collar - bu*terfly Cristal everybody drinkin' b**hes ain't gettin' in if their p**y stinkin' Check it out You know tha business, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Lil' hawk fo' sho' Geah [lil hawk] Peeping my n***a We f**king hoes by the dozen Walking around This muthaf**ka too buzzing ??????? drink posted in my hand 'cardi and dom Cause I'm the muthaf**kin man Step with a stroll Little hawky too cold On speakers that's???? I play them ho's on the low You know How the sh** be going When we be blitzed High as f**k And now them hookers s**ing dicks [da foe] Aha aha, I needs them muthaf**kin millions on the west So I can roll in a benz And have a big lex On top of the world Is f-o-e When I'm lettin' your a** know this is c-p-t 4-4 mags keep n***as tight When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype Hustlin' is how a n***a make move For the business, my record blow up faster to Triple You know the business [eiht] You know tha business (geah) you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Big nasty fo' sho' [big nasty] You see tonight we gettin' deep In gucci and armani Gator boots and boogie suits With the bu*ton from versace Diamond down is a must And a considerable part of our gear from the???? princess cut To the 6 pound studs in my ear Hoppin out of the two-tone rolls k**a???? on my toes, got me Steady hollerin at ho's, this n***as cold and it shows Diamonds shining These beggars steady blindin Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin' Who smoke weed the most? Cristal when we toast In j-boogie coats 300 foot speed boats Smokin' pounds of yay n***a we guzzlin courva**ier Girl these nasty and eiht And these mobsters don't play Get down like you live [eiht] Hey Geah (we ain't fakers) You know tha business Get down like you live Geah You know tha business, b**h, you know tha business Step back and peep And say what is this A gang of player n***as That's out for dough Getting money 24 Ah ah, fo' sho' Best stay the f**k up out my pockets Cash flows to blast off like rockets Anybody sippin' Cristal - I ain't trippin Cause the papers to burn Tommy hil from head to toe With the heads to turn Jet boats b**hes in bikinis with life coats Max in the isles of hawaii Or the alpine slopes Fur coats keep the b**hes smilin' A little diamond Keep the p**y for a little while and I'll be gone Mr. tony street tycoon Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey) Basketball court with a olympic pool Big screen, sony play station geah, that's kinda cool You wanna max? 7 digits on my new contracts Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - nautica slacks Y'all know who's the macks And b**hes - this ain't no game Cause ain't a damn thang changed And the names stay the same Get down like you live Geah Get down like you live ho' You know the muthaf**kin business Eiht hype, mob town and we outta this b**h Geah

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