| Ferocious
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| The most explosive, mackadocious, potentest
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| Braggadocious vocalist going postal
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| Toast of both coasts from Oakland to Hoboken
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| Holding my cirrhosis foes with hypnosis
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| I’m goin' toe-to-toe with these soldiers, totally bogus
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| Smokin' on showbiz ass posers that don’t show no emotion
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| Hold my folks close but hold my foes closer than coats on clothes pins
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| I don’t know if you noticed
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| But when I stroll in through the door
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| My opponents is frozen like a yeoman on a boat that’s seen a ghost ship in the
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| ocean
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| Eyes bulging wide open like a goldfish
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| I told him, «Homie lower your dosage»
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| I go back like topaz stones or zirconium
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| I go back like homeroom boners over Winona
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| And I go back like envelopes with no postage
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| I told y’all I can hold my own
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| Now if you note it
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Don’t be ridiculous homie, acting belligerent talking
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| You want an incident involving fisticuffs, listen up closely
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| I can’t be pissed at you, though that’s only ambitious that’s talking
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| Plus since we on the issue, let’s just discuss this
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| You shouldn’t listen to all these critics' that pigeon hole me
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| They’re constantly fishing for stories, actin' mischievous homie
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| But don’t get it twisted though
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| Don’t think for a minute I’m jokin'
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| This is my business, I’m always biz
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| Ain’t that enough to eat?
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Soul yodelin', overloading the court
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| This audience explodin' blowin' up the auditorium
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| Ignoring city ordinance, bodily parts showin'
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| But it’s normal though, par for the course for Lyrics Born
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| Your father’d have a cardiac arrest in his cardigan vest
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| If he saw how his daughter gets when she’s partyin' just
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| Like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, or Rio at Carnivale
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| Y’all believe me now, it’s all of the above
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| Pourin' out a little more Drakkar Noir
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| For all of the funk we’ve lost in the art form
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| I’m at war with y’all
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| Recording artists making horrible songs
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| Crack your porcelain jaw
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| Now come on and sing the chorus for us
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve got true magic all about, it’s all you really need
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe
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| This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes
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| This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe
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| This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes
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| This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe
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| This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes
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| This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe
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| This is hot business, baby, coming off like this man’s clothes
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| This is hot business, baby, line ‘em up like tic-tac-toe |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hott Bizness, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song Overnite Encore: Lyrics Born Live, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп