Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Handle Your Business, artist - Tim Smooth
Date of issue: 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 |