SLAINE - Nothin' But Business lyrics

[Verse 1 - Slaine:] Microphone check 1, 2 what is this? Microphone check 1, 2 what is this? YEAH! I'm the stage crasher High out my mind at the rave ba*tard Despised by the ma**-media call the gay basher Every statement that I make stays for days after Internet pussies LOLin with the brave laughter Some backpacker try an battle me I'll slap ya This me, This is how I had ta be, I mean it has ta Every minute I'm alive is an obscene disaster I like the dock it's in my heart, f** a greener pasture I'm withdrawn from all the f**ing sh** I'm on Living wrong, hear my hatred seed through every bitter song Sleep on me, you're a sheep, you're a coward I'm a creep hold a blade to neck shove it and deep My records runnin' the streets Reckless son of a beach, Punned up freak Only dealin' G's that's my steez, I make a hundred a week Dime pieces s** me 'til I come in the cheak, under the sheets Dumb as they can be they call it ignorance, it's money to me [Hook:] f** the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me Microphone check 1, 2 what is this? You can take it personal it's nothing but business A little weed smoke, and some liquor Throw your motherf**ing hands in the air We got a eight ball and some b**hes Put your motherf**ing hands in the air [Verse 2 - BR:] Wow, lost and I'm high wave Amber Rose smirnoff shots top with high grain Two hoes they tops exposed low grade C's D's and a** with a pro rate You playin' a probate, Lockin her to the home I'm letting her live the p**n way, She locked to a bone I'm menage in my home, you moist palm and grown With your wife in the next room playing BR songs You playing all wrong, she ain't paying the coaches salary Can't be Mickey and Mallory no more Just pimpin' at my home with a flat in Cabo They fax my next flow Flip text with escrows So pa** the XO I'm drunk and it doesn't bother me Since I ain't living in poverty no more This the panoramic roof with the two tone flow And I don't need to know sh** if I do know dough So [Hook:] f** the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me Microphone check 1, 2 what is this? You can take it personal it's nothing but business A little weed smoke, and some liquor Throw your motherf**ing hands in the air We got a eight ball and some b**hes Put your motherf**ing hands in the air [Verse 3 - V Knuckles:] Who's nastier?, No one spit the news raspier I'll chew half of ya My crews after you, Ma**acre In the street making cake flip, No spatula Pa**enger, In the acura with a after puff Laughing, But ain't nothing funny but the money I'm hungry, You give me counterfeit you take it from me I throw your a** off a f**ing bridge and cut the bungees Spit a lungie from my tummy on your corpse you f**ing dummy If you do survive you be looking like the mummy The new Hefner, turn your b**h into my bunny Pour some gin for me, Patrone second round Grey Goose 80 proof mix it up, Put it down Ahh throw your hands up, throw your grands up Get your man smacked just for tryin to hand cuff Get a damn s*ut to get my glands buffed in my man's truck On the camera, that's the plan it's your man Knuck [Hook:] f** the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me Microphone check 1, 2 what is this? You can take it personal it's nothing but business A little weed smoke and some liquor Throw your motherf**ing hands in the air We got a eight ball and some b**hes Put your motherf**ing hands in the air