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Текст песни Mr. Serv-On - Handle Your Business

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[Mr. Serv-On]Fuck this shit manI`m tired of being brokeFuck this, I ain`t never had a damn thing ya know what I`m sayin?It`s time I let my nuts hang manFuck this, I`m tired of being brokeComing up I never had a damn thingI never knew my pops cause they put his little ass in a slingJust came up peepin hustlers at the local spotBangin away, cuttin straight workin fuckin shopThe year was `83Never knew what it was to be a G17 years in the hoodBut I`m still wishin that I could bring noise like the big boysBut I`m still tagging along with my Tonka toysWhy my cousin`s on the corner slangin twenty partsTryin to watch his back so he won`t come up shortBut if he keeps dippin on the sideWith a slide he`s gonna take a long long rideBut as time passed I peeped gameRose from a boy to a man, made my snaps, made a changeMy cousin came up shortI`m sorry, two shots to the heartI did, business never personal, I`m with it[King George]Job well done Mr. Serv-On.Here`s your envelope man.[Mr. Serv-On]Yeah, you know what I`m sayin?It ain`t no thang, I`m all about that drama.Straight up about makin that money ya know what I`m sayin?It ain`t no problems, me and my boy we handle that ya know?I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know?[King George]Yeah, you got No Limit records straight up behind you.[Mr. Serv-On]Yeah, good checkin out. It`s all good.ChorusHandle your business, don`t let your business handle you x8Steady creepin, old folks peepinIt`s cold in the chest, pass the heart smokin cessJackers peep the game I got nuts for the sameI wanna kick the crib, start a new lifeBut mama`s home alone, it`s been twenty years since she`s been my daddy`s wifeBut my time has come, pack my bags missin only oneI gotta get the job done, but I`m still my mama`s sonI pack the bible like the good descipleCause I know I`m gonna do some dirtSome fools come up short with the money so it`s time I put in workI kick the door, he`s beggin for forgivenessI`m peepin for a witnessTwo shots rang outTears from his eyes to his mouthI tied a note to his throat, no last words spokeHe died on his blood as he choke(Sounds of dat nigga chokin) I`m feelin bad, but the pay is good loChorus x8I`m takin the time to think about the things I didI wanna ask the Lord for forgiveness if I liveI know my days are numbered in this lifeI wanna learn to like the ones I never learned to likeMy mama said I need to take confessionTo learn the lesson I took confessionBut I`m still bringin terror with this bloody sessionBut the more I make the more my heart can takeI`m tryin to shake this fear but I can`t waitMurder was the case that made my heart raceI need to break a sweat, I hit my gym setPumpin Master P until my clothes get wetUh, as I make my move to my next setShots rang out I`m takin two to the neckI fall to the floor, grab for my strap and reach for the doorSo I can see who had the nuts to send me upI took my last smile and let my eyes shutChorus x8

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