Текст песни Spade (Dutch and Spade) f Styles - Bout My Business
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[Spade]Uh, MFPlain to see, its the Spade from the P-HCan`t change me, cause I`ma be a Figga for lifeHoldin it downPlain to see, can`t change meCause I`ma be a Figga for lifeFrom now until[Spade - Verse 1]I`m the rubberband man, Spade bounce back from the bottomYo they feelin Philly sound now we got `emI`m the modern day JFK before Oswald shot himYou want many styles yo I got `emYou niggas want rocks on the wrist man I done done thatGlocks on the hip man I done done thatAt the bar poppin Cris I done done thatDudes wanna pop shit, till they hear them guns clapSpade from the P-H, now who the fuck want thatSlash the O, dude with the nasty flowAnd I ain`t thinkin bout y`all I want my cash to growFirst in but the last to goYou bastards knowThe kid Spade-O, I`m hear for the dough-rationAnd if you say that I ain`t hot, than y`all hatinI know alot of cats think of testin me nowWant the fame? Say my name like your Destiny`s ChildAnd I`ma give you everything from the twenty-two longEleven deep, but with guns we like twenty-two strongLil Ruck said Spade if they want it, its onI wanna murder after each and every one of your songs[Chorus - Spade]Now y`all dudes say what you wantI`m bout my businessWant me to cock it and dumpI`m bout my businessWhy y`all tryin to frontI`m bout my businessI`m Source rhyme of the monthI`m bout my businessYou dudes say what you wantI`m bout my businessWant me to cock it and dumpI`m bout my businessHow y`all tryin to frontI`m bout my businessI`m Source rhyme of the monthI`m bout my business[Spade - Verse 2]Man I`m Rakim dated foolAnd I`m L rockin bellsAnd I`m Nas IllmaticYou guys, still averageWe bust matics, for the lust of the cabbageIts beef? Take the heat to Atlanta like Greg Madduxand get splattered, all over the faceof the platinum presidential, no gold in the placeTo my thugs down south to put the gold in they faceTo you hoes I`ma blow and put the dough in ya facePicture me rollin the safe, all down the ave andNo more walkin, strengthenin my calvesAnd my thugs stay hustlin with intentions to stashLarge denominations of cashWe ain`t just playin the game, we dominatin your assAn intimidatin head of the classWord up, I`m bad at body work but it be the head when I blastYou wanna battle or some lead in your assI`m bout my business[Chorus][Styles - Verse 3]Every rapper wanna say they real, fuck em!Fuck around and get your lady killedMight get your baby killedI`m Mister MorticianHoppin out the hooptie with hoodie onFour four four fifth`nAnd all you gonna see is mass hoesAnd get hit with these slugs from your throat to your ass holesAnd you`ll be lucky to liveAnd you`ll be lucky if I don`t spaz out and try to fuck with your kidsKill your family and friends, mother fuckaSo you can understand what sufferin isI live my life on the street thats what hustlin isAnd you can`t name a rapper that can fuck with me kidYou should stop beefin with each other, be smartEverybody join sides and come and beef with meSo I can rock niggas asleep, ten at a timeShow my hood mother fuckas whats the meaning of deep[Chorus][Spade:]MF, Untertainment (I`m bout my business)Nicetown, we still in here (I`m bout my business)North Phil, paper chases (I`m bout my business)Ruff Nation, y`all know (I`m bout my business)Major Figgas (I`m bout my business)Interscope (I`m bout my business)Big Face Entertainment (I`m bout my business)My mans on the hands (I`m bout my business)West Phil, South Phil[Styles (Spade):] (to fade)Better get some mother fuckin busniess to be aboutAnd don`t be in mines (y`all know the Figga run down)Bitch! (I ain`t got to run it down, what y`all know)See me if you want I`m available ALL the time (I`m bout my business)L-O-X! Spade-O! Figgas for life! Gangstas for life!Ryders for life! Ruff Ryde nigga! Bitch, slightly aggrivated, frustrated