| I’m tired of boys jumpin' in the game acting like they invented it
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| Hollerin' that they gangsters but they never represented it
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| Real Gs heard your shit and instantly resented it
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| Claimin' hood strife that you ain’t never been presented with
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| Now the streets is talkin' killers out here wanna touch your head
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| Aggravated 'cause they found out who ya is and what ya said
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| Partner if you ain’t hard, don’t act hard, just be yourself
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| Caught up in the mix is how you
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| Frontin' like a gangster is just somethin' that you try to do
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| How’d you like to find out that your favorite rapper lied to you?
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| Sellin' on the mic would be a threat to you
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| Harder than a motherfucker 'til somebody step to you
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| Win or lose, stand up and fight, man hands
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| Understand you ain’t gotta act gangster to be a man
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| Cappin' on your CDs, but I can see the game in it
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| K-Rino is real, I ain’t livin' it I ain’t claimin' it
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| Boys operatin' on bad bizness
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| You keep it up and you’ll be livin' in your last minutes
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| Somebody told me all money ain’t good money but no money’s worse
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| Don’t even speak about no work unless you’re payin' me first
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| I need to explain somethin' to y’all who want K to spit a verse
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| Don’t approach me about business until you got the paper first
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| I’ma piss on your situation, no love included
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| No exception to the rule, major label or independent
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| Simple and plain, I’m all about collecting my change
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| You disrespected me but also disrespected the game
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| When you got the dividends you can hand me the track then
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| And you can save that talk about payin' me on the back end
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| You dealin' with pros, so I’ma expose you hoes
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| That go from compilation sixteen bar flows at shows
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| Playin' games and finna get your ass beat purple
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| I spit free for only a few and you ain’t in that circle
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| If you comin' at me real man I’ll cut you a deal
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| My response all depends only on what you reveal
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| Don’t even fix your mouth to ask me what I charge for a song
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| If you ain’t ready to break bread get your punk ass on
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| And I don’t send my music into major labels, they crooks
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| You’ll mess around and hear mainstream rappers fittin' your hooks
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| Instead of signin' you they stealin', that’s how bastards get hurt
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| Then got the nerve to come to your city and do a concert
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| Man I can’t count how many rappers that done stole my lines
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| And I done heard my hooks and concepts at least twenty times
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| I gotta tell it, 'cause it’ll happen forever if I let it
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| These bastards know they stole your shit and won’t give you credit
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| Hollywood hoes, I bust you in the mouth and smile
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| Worthless-ass rappers makin' millions offa your style
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| And I ain’t trippin' on no paper, I don’t want one dime
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| But motherfuckers, speak my name when you speak my lines |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Bizness , by - K Rino. Song from the album Worst Rapper Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп