Dj Paul - Everything Is Business, Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yo we finna drop the second side of this dope sh** b*tch [Repeating sample] This world is... [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] The definition of a playa: A n***a that play hoes to make the ends meet You gotta know the game How it's played, it's all about thinkin' deep Some gonna cross you out, some gonna smoke yo out But you can talk yo a** off My Glock will break 'em fussin' off Proper I kick it at (?) where the playas at Bumpin' pimpin' smokin' sacks With Dre and RayRay in the mask We love the city, n***as sweat up on our b**hes, see (?) hit them baby then we (?) with them dead G's Rollin' clean, so now them robbers tryin' to follow us f** number one, my number 9 will make 'em bite the dust Pull to the curb, let them hoes hit the backseat Ballin' 80 miles, one came up short, I pushed her in the street b**h I need my money, no matter Whatever the chances, gotta snap You get me f**ed up with that sh** Talkin' 'bout yourself broke I gotta beat you hoe ... till you g-izz-et p-izz-aid you dirty b**h Take me to a commercial I'll be back and say what happen next [Hook/Samples] ... ... b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and tricks [DJ Paul] 3x Everything is business, ain't sh** personal [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo For all of a sudden I heard three shots pop through my window I crawled to my bedroom then I reached up under my mattress I grip my Glock Then ran up out the door, started the cappin' The only thing I seen was the duos from the Chevy Three hoes in my wall got me spooked, but I ain't scary I call up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too I got from static, it's time to jump in my mechanic suit When I popped the clip in to the Smith & W-e-ss-o-n Hoe I shoot yo f**in' granddaddy off the porch We caught 'em slippin' he was hangin' on the backstreets f** the trunk, we put his a** in the backseat Glock in his face b**h don't look at me ... I started to laugh and then I smacked him with my pistol mane Dealer (?) straightjacket beat him down ... shoot the hoe But Goldy said smoke him, it ain't sh** personal [Hook/Samples] [DJ Paul] 4x Everything is business, ain't sh** personal [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Why I can't sleep, I'm still tired but my eyes open Early in the morning (?) sky but I'm still scopin' s**ers I'mma rob, then jump into my costume Jack a n***a for a key of yam, then commence to boom Deals got my b**hes on they heels, lookin' out for the cloud Smokin' out the weed and these hoes win the f**in' trap My Glock is co*ked to pop and drop These n***as down to stang me I release the clip, you slip, I chip and slip, you can't (?) a G 5-0 (?) f** them b**hes, mane we stayin' strapped Wood (?) street smokin' city, bottles of brown Down sound of the 12 when I cop a golden tooth The thicker the k**ers the rougher the n***as We comin' straight outta the North Meanin' that slippin' with the pimpin' will get yo a** sprayed Mike got the Tec, you ... gotta (?) Off a lane in backyard n***as down with smokin' hoes Everything is business b**h, ain't sh** personal