Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handle Your Business , by - Tim SmoothRelease date: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Handle Your Business |
| Handle Yo Business! |
| Handle Yo Business! |
| Handle Yo Business!!! |
| Don’t let yo business handle you!!! |
| First Verse (Tim Smooth+Mystikal): |
| (Tim Smooth) |
| I heard you really don’t like me… WHHHHUT? |
| Boy you coulda smoked a nigga for fifty bucks |
| (Mystikal) |
| I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!! |
| (Tim Smooth) |
| I live my life to the fullest |
| And shop ain’t close after them hoes so you and your lil' bullets know |
| All the shew-shewin' that you doin' |
| Got the, red beams cookin' and some hater shit brewin' nah |
| I ain’t no heartless-ass, thoughtless-ass nigga |
| But I’d bat the piss out’cha and out’cha Ma if I caught that ass with her |
| Nigga, sick of the «I say, you say» |
| Uck-fay Ooh-yay |
| Handle this here, to-day |
| I ain’t scared, trust me, touch me, and you best stretch me |
| Like licorice |
| Cuz I’ll come back like syphollis |
| Gettin' this |
| Words that you got |
| Off your mind, you won’t be the bomb cuz you not |
| You’z a bro, and the dog is just OH SO VICIOUS |
| You warnin' me??? |
| (Mystikal) |
| HERE I GO!!! |
| (Tim Smooth) |
| Handle Yo Business |
| (Tim Smooth) |
| I’m tryin' to figure what the fuck? |
| When the fuck? |
| Why the fuck? |
| Who the fuck, made ya wanna fuck with me? |
| Shiiiiiiiit, all over a hoe |
| Nigga wants to put me in the mud |
| Full of slugs and bugs |
| But uh |
| It ain’t goin' down like that |
| TRUST ME |
| It gone be ugly for any nigga tryin' to pluck me |
| Must be stupid as Mister Furley |
| Tryin' to treat that pussy like silk, gone get a nigga killed EARLY |
| Cuz surely you don’t THINK that I’m gone BLINK |
| While you thinkin' you gone GANK |
| But you gone STANK |
| By the time they find your lil' behind |
| And I’ll be in the Bahamas gettin' the whole nine from your baby Mama |
| Save the drama, PLEASE |
| Quit sweatin' a nigga like a bitch |
| And let a nigga dick BREATHE |
| It’s a constant case, bein' mad at the wrong face |
| When the real problem is slobbin', at’cha place |
| And she, hoggin' the A/C |
| Shiiiit, and ate free? |
| Soon as you go to work, to get burnt, she page me |
| THAT MEANS, she’s a hoe |
| And if you don’t knooooooooooooooooow |
| Now you know! |
| Handle YO |
| Business!!! |
| (Tim Smooth) |
| Bitch, whenever you draw the line, or lay your rules down |
| Tim Smooth’ll come around |
| With the type of shit to turn your whole pool ground |
| Now, I don’t give a damn, not even two fucks |
| About which clique won’t buck or which bitch won’t suck |
| I’m bout, gettin' as high as a bird’s nest |
| Bitch, gas glass or sex? |
| Ass comes next |
| And I don’t take checks |
| I take, charge accounts |
| Large amounts of cabbage got me livin' lavish, now it’s hard to count |
| How many niggas playa hate me, on the D.L. |
| Fake as Lee nails |
| Gossipin' like, FE-MALES |
| Details at six thirty |
| Can’t let that disturb me |
| 'Fore I fill 'em with more holes than a practice jersey |
| For actin' nervy you get shook |
| Subject to ass whippin’s and sentenced, to the dick look |
| Quick hooks, gone get these bitches out my face, with the QUICKNESS |
| You bitch you! |
| Now handle yo business |