*featuring Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Young Merc
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[Caddillac Tah]
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Yeah..
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Yeah, yeah, yo
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I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
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Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
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I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
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Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
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Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
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or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
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Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump
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And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome
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[Black Child]
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Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
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They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
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I aim the stainless, let the games begin
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Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
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My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
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New Armani leather in the Range
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When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
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We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!
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[Chorus: INC]
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[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
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[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
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[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
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[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
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[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
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[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
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[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
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[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say
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[Black Child]
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It's back to business, stackin riches
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If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
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Black Continental, mac outta the window
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Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols
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It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through
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Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential
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Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
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A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
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[Caddillac Tah]
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Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
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Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
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Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six
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Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
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Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
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Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace
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Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball
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Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule]
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Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
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Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
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Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
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Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas
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I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out
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And the flyest crews goin the fastest
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Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
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No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
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Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
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Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
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Maybach and all that, same behaviour
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Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
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Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
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For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue
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that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
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And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!
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[Chorus]
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[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..
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Bout My Business
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Ja Rule |