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M.O.P - "Handle UR Bizness"
Check, check, check
Chorus:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Cant get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Billy Danze: Handle your business
Cant get your grip
M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
Lil Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel
Rah*echoes*
Verse one: Lil Fame
What the rawdog feelin?
An author like, Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(The world stop spinnin)
The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they dont fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid Ima try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out
Chorus
Verse two: Billy Danze
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
WHO THAT? The 87 stick up kids (were back!)
Im hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
Ive been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
You dont listen. See, gee
Im on a mission. Look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(That cant change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that aint matchin my fashion Im mashin
(Retalitys real) Fatalitys ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(Clap, clap) Get your gat
(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back
Chorus
Verse Three:
Lil Fame: FACE MINE Cause Im here
Dog its all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe
Or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)
Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
AINT NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
Slangin out hollow slugs
(Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
Im known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
*beat comes back in*
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