Tytuł: Big business

• Wykonawca: Xzibit
• Wyświetleń: 326

{Xzibit}
   Mi casa es su casa
   Mi raza es su raza
  
   Yeah
   Yeah
   Yeah
  
   Kid Frost
  
   This is big business, understand me?
   Yeah, you can't take no for a answer
  
   Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
   You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
   We're playin catch with a hand grenade
   Cause what you faggot niggas caught
   Spread you all over the asphalt
   Walk the walk, talk to nobody
   Spark the chrome shotie
   Whenever they run up on your home, Gotti
   Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
   Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
   And packed to capacity
   You actually had the audacity
   To want some problems with the X Man
   Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
   Learn one of life's hard lessons
   You can't negotiate with a weapon
   When it's fully loaded and cocked
   Hollow points shot
   Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
   I took you off, so accept the loss
   Crack open some Olde English that's covered with frost
   And it's like that
  
   [ CHORUS ]
   Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
   For this is the season for stackin the papers
  
   Chasin my chips till my last days
   Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways
  
   {Frost}
   I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
   Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
   Please understand automatically
   One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
   Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
   My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
   Frost will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
   50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
   One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
   So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like Swiss-made
   Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
   Razor, got the H-K with the laser
   Slid the Enterpriser, rent a 99 black Blazer
   I shot straight at Merino
   Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the Peppermint Casino
   I been a player before I had riches
   And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches
  
   [ CHORUS ]
  
   {Jayo Felony}
   I don't give a fuck about not one of y'all
   Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all
   When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
   I take flight like Delta, nigga, helter skelter
   Who the fuck could you call to help ya
   Nigga, good health couldn't help ya
   Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
   Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off
   Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
   But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
   Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm rougher
   Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
   Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit
   Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
   Static, what's that? That shit that get up in my fabric
   I'm into bitches and beamers and my chips
   And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch
  
   [ CHORUS ]