Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Business, artist - Jayo Felony.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thump
Song language: English
Big Business |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |