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Tha business Lyrics

Tha business by MC Eiht  

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Tha business [EIHT]
Geah (hey)
b**ch
Get down like you live, hey, uh
Get down like you live
Geah
Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough
Gettin money 24

My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough
Floss around like kingpins in a Rag 5-0
Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass click
Rolex Presidential
Filled with diamonds and sh*t
Who pull the licks straight
Pound after pound since '88
Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in Armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - f**kin frown
Mr. Tony the blacker baron
My b**ches in G-strings covered by Donna Caren
Mr. Tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the f**kin' collar - butterfly
Cristal everybody drinkin'
b**ches ain't gettin' in if their pussy stinkin'
Check it out

You know tha business, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Lil' Hawk fo' sho'
Geah

[LIL HAWK]
Peeping my nigga
We f**king hoes by the dozen
Walking around
This muthaf**ka too buzzing
??????? drink posted in my hand
'Cardi and Dom
Cause I'm the muthaf**kin man
Step with a stroll
Little Hawky too cold
On speakers that's ???? I play them ho's on the low
You know
How the sh*t be going
When we be blitzed
High as f**k
And now them hookers sucking dicks

[DA FOE]
Aha aha, I needs them muthaf**kin millions on the West
So I can roll in a Benz
And have a big Lex
On top of the world
Is F-O-E
When I'm lettin' your ass know this is C-P-T
4-4 Mags keep niggas tight
When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype
Hustlin' is how a nigga make move
For the business, my record blow up faster to
Triple
You know the business

[EIHT]
You know tha business (geah) you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Big Nasty fo' sho'

[BIG NASTY]
You see tonight we gettin' deep
In Gucci and Armani
Gator boots and Boogie suits
With the button from Versace
Diamond down is a must
And a considerable part of our gear from the ???? princess cut
To the 6 pound studs in my ear
Hoppin out of the two-tone Rolls
Killa ???? on my toes, got me
Steady hollerin at ho's, this niggas cold and it shows
Diamonds shining
These beggars steady blindin
Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin'
Who smoke weed the most?
Cristal when we toast
In J-Boogie coats
300 foot speed boats
Smokin' pounds of yay
Nigga we guzzlin Courvassier
Girl these Nasty and Eiht
And these mobsters don't play
Get down like you live

[EIHT]
Hey
Geah (we ain't fakers)
You know tha business
Get down like you live
Geah

You know tha business, b**ch, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Ah ah, fo' sho'

Best stay the f**k up out my pockets
Cash flows to blast off like Rockets
Anybody sippin'
Cristal - I ain't trippin
Cause the papers to burn
Tommy Hil from head to toe
With the heads to turn
Jet boats
b**ches in bikinis with life coats
Max in the Isles of Hawaii
Or the alpine slopes
Fur coats keep the b**ches smilin'
A little diamond
Keep the pussy for a little while and
I'll be gone
Mr. Tony street tycoon
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey)
Basketball court with a olympic pool
Big screen, Sony Play Station geah, that's kinda cool
You wanna max?
7 digits on my new contracts
Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - Nautica slacks
Y'all know who's the macks
And b**ches - this ain't no game
Cause ain't a damn thang changed
And the names stay the same
Get down like you live

Geah
Get down like you live ho'
You know the muthaf**kin business
Eiht Hype, mob town and we outta this b**ch
Geah



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