Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Bizness , by - Mike P.Release date: 11.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Bizness |
| My attitude stay cold like «Scarface» Al Pacino |
| What is it Queezy?, let’s roll |
| Now you wildin under the lights with Michael Knyte |
| The truth hurts in the day time and at night |
| Have heart, have hustle, my niggas and keep your game tight |
| Know what I mean?, the streets gon continue to watch |
| So I’ma stay fully loaded and copped |
| Like a detachable magazine |
| When I visit Reno I’m hittin the Silver Legacy Casino in my camoflauge jeans |
| Made by Def Jam |
| And my boots and the trees is sponsored by Timberland |
| Man everyday I’m just husltin |
| Bring a straight hungry, aggression, and passion |
| Just to keep this shit happenin |
| So watch how you roll |
| Game recognize game in a world full of haters and the po-po's |
| Man I’m tellin all my niggas man everything they glitter 36−24 ain’t gold |
| I’m spinnin and sinnin on low pro’s |
| (*Talking*) |
| Mike Myer, a knyte rydah |
| Tell her, youknowImean |
| All in they face |
| I said «Now, Wow», baby came with a thou' |
| Young and actin like a Indian, start askin how? |
| Tadow, see I got her all out of character |
| Hoppin on one leg she comin to America |
| Bark like a poodle, I’m all in the noodle |
| I doodle on the page and the game is brutal |
| I’m chillin, like a cooler manuver like a Heimlick |
| MC’s knowin I been cold since 9−6 |
| My bicep flexin, while doin the high-step |
| Bounce, and I’ll be +Gone Till November+ Wyclef |
| Your highness, why they gon hate the skill |
| Took you under like the hood did ate and chill |
| Now it’s crackin, I’m choppin in the bachelors pad |
| In the bathroom you won’t find no maxipad |
| Roll up, from killin the swish and pass me that so quick |
| That’s granddaddy in the Cadillac bitch |
| Fa sho, and she thought she couldn’t get no higher |
| Until she really rolled with Michael Knyte Rydah |
| Hi, I’m the supplier the shotgun sitter |
| Don’t get upset because I’m not done with her, the Knyte Rydah |
| (*Talking*) |
| Yeah, all in they face mayne, youknowwhatImean |
| It’s my dot to e up in this coochie granny’s |
| Up in the alley’s, youknowwhatImean |
| In Cali, Frisco |
| In me eyes this freak said she saw Carnival |
| And she’ll pay a lil' fee if she can play and go |
| I like fine dimes, because I wear fine vines |
| Man walk with me baby we don’t stand in club line |
| Baby night-time, night-ride cobra-cobra |
| A white Cashmere coat on my shoulder |
| Baby you can lose jewels if you choose |
| I’m tyrin to get half of ya ass like the moon |
| I might do court moves just like the Doc |
| Or rip your whole community man like the crack rock |
| My Nakamichi bangs and my Nakamichi knocks |
| From the blood to the bones and we still rep Pac |
| Lord of mercy, I give you water if ya thirsty |
| It’s like a movie in the making when these bitches try to work me |
| My vogue tires shine like the sun |
| And they scream from the curb like a home-run |
| Drop like a hot gun, hat low ready to flaunt |
| I don’t need no menu I know what I want |
| It’s like the seventh sign, I see my life on the computer line |
| It’s like a treasure when you find mines |