Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bu$ine$$ Is Bu$ine$$, artist - PMD. Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bu$ine$$ Is Bu$ine$$ |
| …niggas was rhymin, man, at this fashion show shit |
| Knaw I mean, some R&B niggas |
| What happened to the beats and rhymes? |
| Word up, son |
| Knaw I mean? |
| You’re makin moves on your own, huh? |
| I got ears, you know? |
| I hear things. |
| You know? |
| What do you hear about or the Diaz brothers? |
| What about them? |
| What about Gaspar Gomez? |
| What is he gonna do when you start movin 2000 ki’s… |
| Fuck Gaspar Gomez and fuck the fuckin Diaz brothers! |
| Fuck em all! |
| I bury those cockaroaches! |
| What they ever do for us? |
| Don’t kick jokes, cause this ain’t the right time |
| Disrespect, you regret it for your lifetime |
| Fuckin with Pee, only thing you got to do is shine |
| Get yours, kid, just chill, cause I’ma get mine |
| Look Frank, time has come |
| We gotta expand |
| The whole operation… |
| Yo, business is business |
| Follow the whiz kid |
| Flip the rap, get the fat crib |
| Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig |
| I’m not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs, you dig? |
| I want that ass, then my crew got dibs with the lids |
| Accurate rhymin type this is You know what this is, I’m strictly biz while you ??? |
| Tryin to mic-block the Mic-Doc, the Funk Zyklop |
| What you want, dun? |
| This is my spot |
| Change what lock? |
| Aiyo, you bound to catch a speed knot |
| Runnin with the dreadlock predators (Das EFX) real hip-hop |
| Caught in the death block, so what up, ack? |
| Beamin down, star-trekin niggas like Dr. Spock |
| Let’s get this straight now: |
| I never fucked anybody over in my life didn’t have it comin to. |
| You got that? |
| All I have in this world is my balls and my word. |
| And I don’t break em for nobody. |
| Do you understand? |
| That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, |
| I never trusted him. |
| For all I know he had me set up, |
| And had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. |
| But that’s history. |
| I’m here, he’s not. |
| You wanna go out with me, you say it then. |
| You don’t, then you make a move. |
| The human generator, MC slash eliminator |
| Irritator, PMD kicks the rhyme data |
| Blowin up Boondox Records, so check it Respected, paid mad dues, now watch me wreck shit |
| So peep this out, paw, rugged and raw |
| Didn’t see what you thought you saw |
| Now you’re gettin floored |
| Like the pedal to the metal |
| I’m hot like a tea kettle |
| PMD wins the gold medal |
| No time to l&, crack a forty, get &ed |
| Cause niggas wanna test, we get wild like boot c& |
| In the Garden, fuck the stardom, I beg your pardon |
| Catch a bitch slippin, knock out the whole bottle |
| I’m too rugged, steppin through drippin with ice nuggets |
| You can’t hang, my ???'s your fuckin album budget |
| You know my steez, four golds, EPMD |
| Fuck the break up, I’m gettin mines, gee |
| Why the fuck would I hurt you? |