Let's Get Down 2 Bizness

Lyrics

(Chorus: Buckshot)
 Let's get down to business (say what?)
 I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit
 Beat to the ones that said I wouldn't get back
 When I get back -- get back
 Let's get down to business (say what?)
 I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit
 Beat to all y'all, this is for all y'all
 Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off
 (Steele)
 I've been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed
 By record company exec's, schemin' on my bucks
 These streets is rough, Timb's on my feet get scuffed
 I hate to see my peeps get cuffed
 As weed gets puffed, MC's get bluffed
 A&R's get pressed, dj's get they shit bust
 Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record
 Without distribution, dog, we still push records
 (Buckshot)
 I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew
 Rock with a group and a long tool
 Peep the fore path, I been said the shit in the past
 Let's go back in time, flip the hourglass
 In 1998, I couldn't wait, to get all my niggaz
 And do shows, from state to state
 Even in 2000, two triple oh
 I used to be the man, until my band got old
 But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin
 Get all my paper in, or I'mm lace ya chin
 (Chorus)
 (Sean Price)
 Know this B.I. thing, I be about it
 The prophet is only logic
 I'm like assassins from Elijah Muhammed
 Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it
 You can't have it, in Long Street
 It can't happen on beat, let another label
 Try to play me for cheap, I'm takin' this cheap
 Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat
 The devil may cry, that's for Cuba, I'm playin' for keeps
 How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week
 I'mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya
 Give me the things, I can bang, plus I'm trained to get lower
 That's the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer
 See my shit tight, and I don't stack 5 feet taller
 (Starang Wondah)
 Yo, niggaz gossip quick to pop shit
 Actin' like they pop shit, really not shit, yo
 Muthafuckers try to say I changed, man
 I'mma trynna change from Lex to Range
 Don't look strange, trynna say that I ain't the same
 Y'all niggaz know about Starang, the same nigga
 From the white building up the block
 Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock
 Who knew the number to them bitches that can suck some cock
 Got in the beef, had thugs that'll bust them shots
 My vocals make me more than bi-coastal
 You local, I get this dough like I'm suppose to
 Make riches that's far from social
 Hear these words, when we approach you
 (Top Dog)
 You keep our business alone
 You keep our business, in mind, your own
 Niggaz fuckin' with the feds, they got me fed up
 Fuck keepin' it real, just keep ya head up
 Damn if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up
 Niggaz fuckin' with lens, that'll get them set up
 Bucktown is the shit, so nigga shut up
 Fuck parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up
 Niggaz needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up
 Niggaz bustin' they shit to big they set up
 (Chorus)
 (Sean Price)
 Aiyo, let's get down to business
 Let's get pound with this shit, get that dough
 Slap a nigga, dude be like, yo why you do that for?
 Same reason I slap the other two, tic-tac-toe
 Fuck around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe
 Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole
 Every time I fuckin' rhyme, you always get that flow
 Fuck you, I'm past that, ditch that flow
 Heard you performin' at what, niggaz, skip that show
 Nigga ---
 (Hook 2X: Buckshot)
 Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik
 Click, click, in the night
 (Chorus)

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Duration
04:20
Key
5
Tempo
90 BPM

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