| I’m a business man so all my business straight
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| Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes
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| Or I’ma end up on a fuckin' bigger case
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| Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates
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| I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I’m a business man so all my business straight
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| If a nigga play with me, then it’s DOA
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| I got real shooters, shoot you in the face
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| Want a whole thing, I whip it in your face
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| And when I meet my plug a pistol on my waist
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| Couple shots gettin' fired if you in my way
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| Shots get to beatin' like some 808s
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| I got niggas catchin' bodies every day
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| A nigga can die from what he gotta say
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| Should’ve kept his mouth closed anyway
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| Them fuckin' choppers come out any day
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| Kill a nigga on his fuckin' birthday
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| Then turn it to his motherfuckin' worst day
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| I’m a savage so you know Chiraq be my birthplace
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| Kidnap a nigga, find out where that work stay
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| I sip red but I love how that purp taste
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| I’m a business man so all my business straight
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| Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes
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| Or I’ma end up on a fuckin' bigger case
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| Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates
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| I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I’m a business man so all my business straight
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| We smoke out the pound, we don’t smoke eighths
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| Its like every day we on the jet in different states
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| I don’t want no ramen noodles, all I want is steak
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| If a pussy try me he gonna die today
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| Young nigga get it, you know how we play
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| Three bitches with me, they callin' me bae
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| Pullin' out, bustin' it right on they face
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| Then pull up my pants, get the fuck 'bout my day
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| Free my lil homie, just caught him a case
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| Pull up and hop out and let that bitch spray
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| Run and get hit in the back with a K
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| Dick in her mouth, give a fuck what she say
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| Knock a nigga off and lay low
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| If his ass sweet I’ma hit him with K-roll
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| YSL Glo Gang, and bitch I’m with Fredo
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| Aim at his head and now you got a halo
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| Run through the dogs, run through the dogs
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| Get you knocked off and I just make a call
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| Jumped off the porch and I went straight to ballin'
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| Lot of these niggas be faking and 'flauging
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| I’m in LA like a Dodger
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| Took off on the plug, the nigga still calling
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| Balling like I hit the lotto
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| Went to the dealership, copped me an auto
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| Fire your ass up and hide out in Chicago
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| Feds they runnin' through the hood in a Tahoe
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| They gon' dig me like a pothole
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| I put a suit and a tie on
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| I’m a business man so all my business straight
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| Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes
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| Or I’ma end up on a fuckin' bigger case
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| Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates
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| I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths
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| I’m a business man so all my business straight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Business Man , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Fredo Kruger 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп