Tha Business Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Tha Business Lyrics

    [eiht]
    Geah (hey)
    Bitch
    Get down like you live, hey, uh
    Get down like you live
    Geah
    Uh, we's a gang a player niggas 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-ass click
    Rolex presidential
    Filled with diamonds and shit
    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-ass army in armani
    And they still
    Can't see me
    Cause i'm - paper down
    Fiends to keep happy
    Never - fuckin frown
    Mr. tony the blacker baron
    My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
    Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
    Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
    Cristal everybody drinkin'
    Bitches ain't gettin' in if their pussy 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 niggas
    That's out for dough
    Getting money 24
    Lil' hawk fo' sho'
    Geah

    [lil hawk]
    Peeping my nigga
    We fucking hoes by the dozen
    Walking around
    This muthafucka too buzzing
    ??????? drink posted in my hand
    'cardi and dom
    Cause i'm the muthafuckin 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 shit be going
    When we be blitzed
    High as fuck
    And now them hookers sucking dicks

    [da foe]
    Aha aha, i needs them muthafuckin 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 ass know this is c-p-t
    4-4 mags keep niggas tight
    When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype
    Hustlin' is how a nigga 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 niggas
    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 button 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
    Killa ???? on my toes, got me
    Steady hollerin at ho's, this niggas 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
    Nigga we guzzlin courvassier
    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, bitch, you know tha business
    Step back and peep
    And say what is this
    A gang of player niggas
    That's out for dough
    Getting money 24
    Ah ah, fo' sho'

    Best stay the fuck 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
    Bitches in bikinis with life coats
    Max in the isles of hawaii
    Or the alpine slopes
    Fur coats keep the bitches smilin'
    A little diamond
    Keep the pussy 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 bitches - 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 muthafuckin business
    Eiht hype, mob town and we outta this bitch
    Geah

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