Текст песни M.O.P. - Handle UR Bizness
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"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga(First Family) World`s Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."Chorus: Lil` Fame (Billy Danze)Its a (cold world) show nufIts on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm Slum ass wanna be hard ass niggaColdball butter-soft lard ass nigga*repeat*Verse One: Billy DanzeNiggaz waitin for my shit to dropBecause I show love to the true thugs on the back lotPost up at the biggest crack spotsRaised around killers so eventually I popped shots(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the realFuck around you get your death wish from Bill(D-yea)This cat sucker got the wrong idea(He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here?I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hideHomicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to doI wear my hat broke down and play the war when I`m sliding throughI gotta crew (Original Hilfiger)Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn`s illest niggers(Damn) I`m so deep in the game I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz pain(I`ve been ya) Quick, I think there`s gonna be conflictIf I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kindWill dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It`s a...ChorusVerse 2: Lil` Fame(Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn)Guerilla warfare all across the landIf they break the code of silence (leave em all dead)And fools take a fall when I call (code red)More people travellin, like immigrantsBut on the low with the most dominant (most infinite)Lost in your track so I act innocentBut on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorantRaised by an army of THUGS who done it all from the smartest to the dumbestAnd I, happen to be the youngestTwenty-two years of being brave as a lionAnd that`s, with or without the ironFools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA)Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure)I ain`t gotta teach a fucking family to bury meYou think your bullshit worry me?Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humbleFools be on point when its time for the rumbleW-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya)With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista)ChorusVerse 3Billy Danze: We gonna put this bullshit to a ceaseHollering about peace; you in the belly of the fucking beastI figured it out from the startAnd since I laid my mother to restI been blessed with these cold heart(If it ain`t our beef) Don`t touch(If he`s against us) Fuck him, (If he ain`t with us) Fuck him(We be aight, nigga) That`s right, nigga(We tight, nigga) What`s more (When we don`t like niggaz) We`ll invite niggaz to warLil` Fame: And believe we`ve got lead to give emThugs that perform massacres, like nazismThis living mechanism, study living to the endDiscombobulation, then I`m Gone With the Wind (begin)My men been, through hard timesThat`s what you find when you don`t do my family all kind(Make moves) I`ma play the background when its gat time I`ma hit you with the flatlineChorus*spoken over Fame yelling:*Yeah, I`m done. You motherfuckers said you wanted to see me, right?See me now, motherfuckers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow!Motherfuckers. I told you cold world motherfucker. Bow, motherfucker!What you gotta say now, motherfucker? You a bad motherfucker?Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run?Bow, motherfucker! I`ll see you at your funeral motherfuckerYou better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, nigga, for life)Motherfucker. Aiyo, come on son.*talkin fades*