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Текст песни Ja Rule - Bout My Business

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Текст песни Ja Rule - Bout My Business

(feat. Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Young Merc)[Caddillac Tah]Yeah..Yeah, yeah, yoI got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw cokeFresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat( )I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shutZero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bustAin't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybagsor the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tagsHomey laugh now but die later when the lead dumpAnd double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome[Black Child]Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at themThey claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to themI aim the stainless, let the games beginBang bang dangerous, my gun gang famousMy hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchangeNew Armani leather in the RangeWhen you see my gang, tuck in your chainWe stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang![Chorus: INC][Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say[Black Child]It's back to business, stackin richesIf you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like ReynoldsBlack Continental, mac outta the windowBlack's out of his mental, I black out with pistolsIt ain't confidential, all the shit I been throughNow I'm gettin money and a mill' is essentialBang bang, nigga, 'til the day we dieA tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye[Caddillac Tah]Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicksDummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the stripBet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the sixScoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitchLike Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiffYour pinky and wrist, and your necklaceGet removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardballLeavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl[Chorus][Ja Rule]Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwardsKarma, is a muh'fucker watch your actionsCause the clip to the max slips in bananasI catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow outAnd the flyest crews goin the fastestPull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards onNo tags, I just drove it off the showroom floorStraight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangsterDoin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm majorMaybach and all that, same behaviourMoney over bitches, bitches over strangersGuns befo' bangers but bangers doFor niggaz that had enough and ain't got no cluethat they can get slayed, flex and get sprayedAnd spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers![Chorus][Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..

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Bout My Business

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