Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Square Biz, artist - Square One. Album song Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Square Biz |
| I’ve got a voice for this shit, no choice but to spit |
| Rolls Royce to the six, eating oysters and shit |
| GD’s in the disc-player and if you got fifty keys |
| You’re brick-layer or get your weight up! |
| All player-haters get your hate up, all flavored gators |
| Niggas paid up, I see ya’ll |
| Throwin’trees to the cigar Iíve seen you in that CVR |
| Tryin' to eat Pa, wantin' to ride peacock speak hard got |
| TV’s and VCR’s or DVD’s, niggas can’t see GD! |
| Might as well quit rap and get your G.E.D |
| Heard the don of your mob wanna meet with me. |
| For what I smoke blunts in the back of the six doing donuts |
| Don’t take much for me to go nuts |
| I know pimps and know sluts that hold bucks |
| And eat cold cuts every night like so what. |
| WHAT. |
| I’ll be firing threats, quite as kept my nine’ll reflect |
| Signs of regret through holes that my silencer left |
| Live & direct, computerized minds’ll connect |
| High Intellects raised in confinements of death |
| And ya better peep the science that I hide in my tec |
| Tryin' to neglect the depth of pride and respect |
| Eveytime you see the God, ya be dieing for rep |
| Crying for less, leave your hoes eyeing & wet |
| When I asked for some beats ya couldn’t find your cassettes |
| So how the fuck you wanna go line for line with some vets?! |
| Rhyme for a Lex, catch me even rhyme for sex |
| Make heads bang, 'till they’re bleeding out of their necks |
| I’m probably the best, my sick terminology’s flesh |
| All that' let’s keep it real got me tired and vexed |
| As hard as it gets, the Concrete Messiahs’re next |
| Watch Edward Sizzerhand electrifying your sets, bet! |
| I’m known to show love, despite my cold blood |
| Lazy but crazy bizzy like Bone Thug |
| Twist the dro bud, this bitch is so tuff |
| Baby hit me crizzy and lick the whole nut |
| From a baby to a juvenile been about cash money |
| And if you ain’t got 5 on it you won’t get a pass from me |
| I blast a strike & kill, that’s cause they like our steele |
| I keep a mug and be real on Cypress Hill |
| Had a westside connection since back then |
| Ask Dub C, I’m cold as Ice Cube with a Mack Ten |
| And ya’ll claim ya’ll stars but ya’ll hardly peeped |
| I’m a prodigy bringing the havoc and my Mobb Deep |
| Allah spoken quotin' bars cigar smoking |
| Ain’t swollen but the Giant’ll squash Hogan |
| Represent the seven like Lamar Odom |
| Can’t say your weed is the bomb 'till I start choking |
| So fuck the soldier, I’ll stick the leader |
| And I tell herbs to shut up like Trick & Trina |
| Like Insane Martin Payne I throw dick to Gina |
| Lot of whips, not a trick, got a sick demeanor |
| And shouts to all my unsigned niggas |
| Get Dirty is the next to blow ya’ll don’t want rhyme niggas |
| Sex is us, tecks is us fuck with fam |
| Stress is us like Joe Black death is us |
| Seen niggas blow off the meat, next is us |
| Seen niggas fly off the roof and never mess with us |
| Here roll that and catch the rush |
| You thorough niggas hold that and rap with us. |
| What!!! |