on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like
the game Jus me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Jus me and you Ohh baby and the songs turn again Don't worry bout a damn thang
out the game Just me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again Don't worry 'bout a damn
out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get
off to servin' Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid coochie I'm ridin' fully loaded, plus cut, whatever suits me Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know the click was my folk South Memphis bout
Cocaine Crazy! To My City North Memphis Where They Get Get It Gutta & I Learned How To Sell Cocaine From My Big Brother While Tryna Tell My Sister To
you see that my hoe ain't going I thought you was real [Verse 1] I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone Disturbing peace inside my home Tryna tell my biz
within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays
fool with 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label, competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my
grabbing me knowing that they rather be stabbing me all up in my back tryna take my track when i used to sell crack I aint had problems like that street rules
**** can't tell me nothin' 'bout this *** Can't tell me nothin' 'bout this ***, this *** To my hustlin' *** *** on the corner I ain't forget you *** My
muthafucken mind I figured you wanted to know, you know Why we call them hos bitches and maybe This might help you understand, it ain't personal Strictly business baby, strictly business
saw yo girl talkin' But to 112 and Twista walkin' to the truck 'bout to get [unverified] No snoozin' All the bitches be in big ballin' confusion Niggaz trippin' off the ladies they be losin' Pardon my
back and don't have my cash then I'm hurtin you Got a business gun, wit industry bullets when it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you rings is so my
jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My
know, sugar Girl, I ain't gon' let it sweat me, baby Got me singin', yeah, yeah, whoa I come up hard, I've had to fight Take care of my business with all my
there. Understand? Rule number 2. Don't fuck with nobody's girl And rule number 3... Nobody has a girl HOLLA!!!! bitcch Ummm Rule number 4 is to respect rule
Greens plays I see my mother's Afro As momma taps her toes as she *** *** *** And my poppa just left the house In search of the killer of my Uncle Ray