"Business Never Personal" lyrics
(feat. JT)
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packing heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nothing for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain't nothing you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as mountain rain
And you know I got the South clicking
'Cause ain't nothing like niggas with gold teeth and them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found with your mouth missing
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doing 85 in the 50-mile-an-hour lane
Trying to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My niggas puff trees, snort coke and chew 'shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Feds on the phone
My whole crew dirty, fucking with amphetamines
Catch you slipping blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowing (knowing)
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowing
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packing heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nothing for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain't nothing you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as mountain rain
And you know I got the South clicking
'Cause ain't nothing like niggas with gold teeth and them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found with your mouth missing
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doing 85 in the 50-mile-an-hour lane
Trying to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My niggas puff trees, snort coke and chew 'shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Feds on the phone
My whole crew dirty, fucking with amphetamines
Catch you slipping blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowing (knowing)
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowing
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't moving the rocks, then we moving the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
