Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Get Down 2 Bizness , by - Boot Camp Clik. Song from the album The Chosen Few, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.12.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Let's Get Down 2 Bizness |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Yo, niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| You keep our business alone |
| You keep our business, in mind, your own |
| Niggas 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 |
| Niggas 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 |
| Niggas needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up |
| Niggas bustin' they shit to big they set up |
| 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, niggas, skip that show |
| Nigga --- |
| Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik |
| Click, click, in the night |