Let's Get Down 2 Bizness Lyrics
| Song | Let's Get Down 2 Bizness |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | The Chosen Few |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake, Evans, Maman, McNair ... | |
| (Chorus: Buckshot) | |
| Let's get down to business (say what?) | |
| I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to the ones that said I wouldn't get back | |
| When I get back -- get back | |
| Let's get down to business (say what?) | |
| I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to all y'all, this is for all y'all | |
| Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off | |
| (Steele) | |
| I've been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed | |
| By record company exec's, schemin' on my bucks | |
| These streets is rough, Timb's on my feet get scuffed | |
| I hate to see my peeps get cuffed | |
| As weed gets puffed, MC's get bluffed | |
| A&R's get pressed, dj's get they shit bust | |
| Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record | |
| Without distribution, dog, we still push records | |
| (Buckshot) | |
| I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew | |
| Rock with a group and a long tool | |
| Peep the fore path, I been said the shit in the past | |
| Let's go back in time, flip the hourglass | |
| In 1998, I couldn't wait, to get all my niggaz | |
| And do shows, from state to state | |
| Even in 2000, two triple oh | |
| I used to be the man, until my band got old | |
| But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin | |
| Get all my paper in, or I'mm lace ya chin | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Know this B.I. thing, I be about it | |
| The prophet is only logic | |
| I'm like assassins from Elijah Muhammed | |
| Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it | |
| You can't have it, in Long Street | |
| It can't happen on beat, let another label | |
| Try to play me for cheap, I'm takin' this cheap | |
| Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat | |
| The devil may cry, that's for Cuba, I'm playin' for keeps | |
| How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week | |
| I'mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya | |
| Give me the things, I can bang, plus I'm trained to get lower | |
| That's the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer | |
| See my shit tight, and I don't stack 5 feet taller | |
| (Starang Wondah) | |
| Yo, niggaz gossip quick to pop shit | |
| Actin' like they pop shit, really not shit, yo | |
| Muthafuckers try to say I changed, man | |
| I'mma trynna change from Lex to Range | |
| Don't look strange, trynna say that I ain't the same | |
| Y'all niggaz know about Starang, the same nigga | |
| From the white building up the block | |
| Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock | |
| Who knew the number to them bitches that can suck some cock | |
| Got in the beef, had thugs that'll bust them shots | |
| My vocals make me more than bi-coastal | |
| You local, I get this dough like I'm suppose to | |
| Make riches that's far from social | |
| Hear these words, when we approach you | |
| (Top Dog) | |
| You keep our business alone | |
| You keep our business, in mind, your own | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with the feds, they got me fed up | |
| Fuck keepin' it real, just keep ya head up | |
| Damn if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with lens, that'll get them set up | |
| Bucktown is the shit, so nigga shut up | |
| Fuck parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up | |
| Niggaz needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up | |
| Niggaz bustin' they shit to big they set up | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Aiyo, let's get down to business | |
| Let's get pound with this shit, get that dough | |
| Slap a nigga, dude be like, yo why you do that for? | |
| Same reason I slap the other two, tic-tac-toe | |
| Fuck around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe | |
| Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole | |
| Every time I fuckin' rhyme, you always get that flow | |
| Fuck you, I'm past that, ditch that flow | |
| Heard you performin' at what, niggaz, skip that show | |
| Nigga --- | |
| (Hook 2X: Buckshot) | |
| Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik | |
| Click, click, in the night | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Blake, Evans, Maman, McNair ... | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| Let' s get down to business say what? | |
| I think I' m gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to the ones that said I wouldn' t get back | |
| When I get back get back | |
| Let' s get down to business say what? | |
| I think I' m gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to all y' all, this is for all y' all | |
| Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off | |
| Steele | |
| I' ve been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed | |
| By record company exec' s, schemin' on my bucks | |
| These streets is rough, Timb' s on my feet get scuffed | |
| I hate to see my peeps get cuffed | |
| As weed gets puffed, MC' s get bluffed | |
| A R' s get pressed, dj' s get they shit bust | |
| Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record | |
| Without distribution, dog, we still push records | |
| Buckshot | |
| I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew | |
| Rock with a group and a long tool | |
| Peep the fore path, I been said the shit in the past | |
| Let' s go back in time, flip the hourglass | |
| In 1998, I couldn' t wait, to get all my niggaz | |
| And do shows, from state to state | |
| Even in 2000, two triple oh | |
| I used to be the man, until my band got old | |
| But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin | |
| Get all my paper in, or I' mm lace ya chin | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Know this B. I. thing, I be about it | |
| The prophet is only logic | |
| I' m like assassins from Elijah Muhammed | |
| Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it | |
| You can' t have it, in Long Street | |
| It can' t happen on beat, let another label | |
| Try to play me for cheap, I' m takin' this cheap | |
| Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat | |
| The devil may cry, that' s for Cuba, I' m playin' for keeps | |
| How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week | |
| I' mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya | |
| Give me the things, I can bang, plus I' m trained to get lower | |
| That' s the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer | |
| See my shit tight, and I don' t stack 5 feet taller | |
| Starang Wondah | |
| Yo, niggaz gossip quick to pop shit | |
| Actin' like they pop shit, really not shit, yo | |
| Muthafuckers try to say I changed, man | |
| I' mma trynna change from Lex to Range | |
| Don' t look strange, trynna say that I ain' t the same | |
| Y' all niggaz know about Starang, the same nigga | |
| From the white building up the block | |
| Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock | |
| Who knew the number to them bitches that can suck some cock | |
| Got in the beef, had thugs that' ll bust them shots | |
| My vocals make me more than bicoastal | |
| You local, I get this dough like I' m suppose to | |
| Make riches that' s far from social | |
| Hear these words, when we approach you | |
| Top Dog | |
| You keep our business alone | |
| You keep our business, in mind, your own | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with the feds, they got me fed up | |
| Fuck keepin' it real, just keep ya head up | |
| Damn if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with lens, that' ll get them set up | |
| Bucktown is the shit, so nigga shut up | |
| Fuck parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up | |
| Niggaz needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up | |
| Niggaz bustin' they shit to big they set up | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, let' s get down to business | |
| Let' s get pound with this shit, get that dough | |
| Slap a nigga, dude be like, yo why you do that for? | |
| Same reason I slap the other two, tictactoe | |
| Fuck around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe | |
| Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole | |
| Every time I fuckin' rhyme, you always get that flow | |
| Fuck you, I' m past that, ditch that flow | |
| Heard you performin' at what, niggaz, skip that show | |
| Nigga | |
| Hook 2X: Buckshot | |
| Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik | |
| Click, click, in the night | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Blake, Evans, Maman, McNair ... | |
| Chorus: Buckshot | |
| Let' s get down to business say what? | |
| I think I' m gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to the ones that said I wouldn' t get back | |
| When I get back get back | |
| Let' s get down to business say what? | |
| I think I' m gonna have to pay a visit | |
| Beat to all y' all, this is for all y' all | |
| Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off | |
| Steele | |
| I' ve been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed | |
| By record company exec' s, schemin' on my bucks | |
| These streets is rough, Timb' s on my feet get scuffed | |
| I hate to see my peeps get cuffed | |
| As weed gets puffed, MC' s get bluffed | |
| A R' s get pressed, dj' s get they shit bust | |
| Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record | |
| Without distribution, dog, we still push records | |
| Buckshot | |
| I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew | |
| Rock with a group and a long tool | |
| Peep the fore path, I been said the shit in the past | |
| Let' s go back in time, flip the hourglass | |
| In 1998, I couldn' t wait, to get all my niggaz | |
| And do shows, from state to state | |
| Even in 2000, two triple oh | |
| I used to be the man, until my band got old | |
| But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin | |
| Get all my paper in, or I' mm lace ya chin | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Know this B. I. thing, I be about it | |
| The prophet is only logic | |
| I' m like assassins from Elijah Muhammed | |
| Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it | |
| You can' t have it, in Long Street | |
| It can' t happen on beat, let another label | |
| Try to play me for cheap, I' m takin' this cheap | |
| Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat | |
| The devil may cry, that' s for Cuba, I' m playin' for keeps | |
| How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week | |
| I' mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya | |
| Give me the things, I can bang, plus I' m trained to get lower | |
| That' s the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer | |
| See my shit tight, and I don' t stack 5 feet taller | |
| Starang Wondah | |
| Yo, niggaz gossip quick to pop shit | |
| Actin' like they pop shit, really not shit, yo | |
| Muthafuckers try to say I changed, man | |
| I' mma trynna change from Lex to Range | |
| Don' t look strange, trynna say that I ain' t the same | |
| Y' all niggaz know about Starang, the same nigga | |
| From the white building up the block | |
| Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock | |
| Who knew the number to them bitches that can suck some cock | |
| Got in the beef, had thugs that' ll bust them shots | |
| My vocals make me more than bicoastal | |
| You local, I get this dough like I' m suppose to | |
| Make riches that' s far from social | |
| Hear these words, when we approach you | |
| Top Dog | |
| You keep our business alone | |
| You keep our business, in mind, your own | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with the feds, they got me fed up | |
| Fuck keepin' it real, just keep ya head up | |
| Damn if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up | |
| Niggaz fuckin' with lens, that' ll get them set up | |
| Bucktown is the shit, so nigga shut up | |
| Fuck parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up | |
| Niggaz needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up | |
| Niggaz bustin' they shit to big they set up | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, let' s get down to business | |
| Let' s get pound with this shit, get that dough | |
| Slap a nigga, dude be like, yo why you do that for? | |
| Same reason I slap the other two, tictactoe | |
| Fuck around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe | |
| Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole | |
| Every time I fuckin' rhyme, you always get that flow | |
| Fuck you, I' m past that, ditch that flow | |
| Heard you performin' at what, niggaz, skip that show | |
| Nigga | |
| Hook 2X: Buckshot | |
| Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik | |
| Click, click, in the night | |
| Chorus |
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