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[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 coatI`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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