Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Biz , by - Mistah F.A.B.. Release date: 20.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Biz |
| What would you do if ya hood was turned out |
| Parents burnt out |
| Sleepin on burnt couch |
| Lights turned out |
| PG&E bill to high |
| Poppa shermed out |
| Brotha locked in jail for life |
| Momma thinkin she gone owe bills for life |
| Its so trife |
| Stuck in a wind pipe |
| Waitin to cough |
| Bill collecters callin pissin u off |
| Sounds of buggies in ya neighborhood |
| And anything under a thousand cans ain’t gone do u too good |
| Search three days for aluminum bottles and glass |
| Just to get one hit |
| From tha bottle and glass |
| Young peppahs step up on the throttle and smash |
| Little kids die havin fun |
| Ran into another auto and crashed |
| Man its so sad |
| Let me take you on a trip out here |
| You ready? |
| Cause its a trip out here |
| Hook: |
| Its nothin to a boss with somthin |
| But its somthin to a boss with nothin |
| Its tipsy turvey like that |
| But it is what it is |
| Its how it goes down |
| Its the biz ya dig |
| Its somthin to a boss with nothin |
| But its nothin to a boss with somthin |
| Thats how it goes down |
| In my part of the map |
| Marksman hustlin |
| And everbody target is scratch |
| Verse II: |
| Rip the wrath |
| Plant the path |
| Most wish they had the seeds to |
| Without the cheese dude |
| What would a rat chase |
| I stack paps |
| Through the cracks of the black fate |
| Avoid cracks with the jack face |
| My black race runnin slow in a fast race |
| Because of my black face |
| Police crack place |
| Inside my phat lace |
| Man oakland the last place |
| You wanna act fake |
| Its real enough to see a use to be somthin |
| A washed up nothin |
| Only glory from his good years |
| Back in the day |
| Now he sip yak up on the track |
| And search for crack in the alley ways |
| These oakland cali ways |
| Happen every day |
| Hey! |
| Dope fiends shoot up in the telly |
| Gettin higher then a astronaut with a baby growin in they belly |
| Real smelly |
| Imagine that |
| Its real out here |
| Hook |
| Verse III: |
| Name a post |
| A block street cokaine the porch |
| Flame n torch |
| Some b quick to aim at yo throat |
| Some get locked up an now they got a thang in they coat |
| Finna lose it man they finna strangled goat |
| For a sacraficical fate, guys go cyco wait |
| Penatentray done em great now he bout to lose his faith |
| Some gain mind focus, somesniff linesof cokus |
| But thats bogus, the show gets |
| More excitin as u ride a vivid memory of a jail house hit |
| Stab up a prick for the name of ya click |
| Dark solitary confinement |
| Make ya lose ya mind, get release from stale tyme |
| Now u doin fine |
| Arguin wit ya piece of mind |
| Causin conflict intense react conduct |
| Drug in by bmb scent, a prophet to the world my mom sent |
| My moms only child F.A.B |
| Hold it down |