Текст песни GAME, THE - Business Never Personal (feat. JT)
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Текст песни GAME, THE - Business Never Personal (feat. JT)
[The Game]Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black CoupeWith two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glueWhen I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervousCause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jerseyNigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clipOr wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip( )I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of CripsI sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricksSo ain't nuttin you can tell me, about the gameCome with beef and leave here without your brainsAnd I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caineIn that Shelby the same color as moutanin rainAnd you know I got the South clickinCause ain't nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickensSo fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missinThis ain't about you and me it's about business nigga[Chorus: repeat 2X]It's business never personal, real live on blocksIf we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocksCross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a boxIt's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top[JT]They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candyPut the herb in, I got familyI'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour laneTryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack changeIndependent tycoons (tycoons) - yeahMy niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shroomsBad to the bone (to the bone)And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phoneMy whole crew dirty, fuckin with amphetaminesCatch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharinesNow the streets knowin (knowin)And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell OwensStill blowinLike Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outsWe take trips out to Houston and D.C.For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?[Chorus]