was pretty this morning Put some flowers in the ground Sun was shining this morning Planted flowers all around Got my business out of the way And all
'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did it without one Yeah nigga Im about my business Killing all
are burnin' Workin' out why this ain't workin' Fight after fight after fight and now it's killin' me You were too busy to believe in All the runaway
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Hold up
my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
is at? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now
screamin' out my government, Sean John I like them in twins like doublement, Don Juan We be bangin' all types of chicks from here to Hong Kong The best dressed bitches actin' all
th to come from such hard knock lifes And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes
yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you Niggaz out
, bring them inside Shorty dodgin' and dippin', shorty tryin to hide Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya All ready we come to muscle y'all
see Breaking shit down in all actuality All y'all niggas who misbehave Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones
lot of chips and a whole lot of lawyers Go get the ... we got something for you CTE nigger that's the end of price We've been stocking out nothing but
't trippin on shit man I sleep when I get down young your going out tomorrow night, I'm like shit yeah every night the club be open bitch we in there tell em all
fast I really thought the pain would pass It's been nearly an hour since I thought of you But you're not answering the phone I'd settle for a busy tone
, handle your business man You like tha brother, I never ever had You try your best and I still get mad We risked it all together, been through it all
m so official, all I need is a whistle Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol She opened up her mouth and then I blew her brains out You ain't met