Various Artists - Handle Your Business lyrics

[Mr. Serv-On] f** this sh** man I'm tired of being broke f** this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin? It's time I let my nuts hang man f** this, I'm tired of being broke Coming up I never had a damn thing I never knew my pops cause they put his little a** in a sling Just came up peepin hustlers at the local spot Bangin away, cuttin straight workin f**in shop The year was '83 Never knew what it was to be a G 17 years in the hood But I'm still wishin that I could bring noise like the big boys But I'm still tagging along with my Tonka toys Why my cousin's on the corner slangin twenty parts Tryin to watch his back so he won't come up short But if he keeps dippin on the side With a slide he's gonna take a long long ride But as time pa**ed I peeped game Rose from a boy to a man, made my snaps, made a change My cousin came up short I'm sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I'm with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On Here's your envelope man [Mr. Serv-On] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? It ain't no thang, I'm all about that drama Straight up about makin that money ya know what I'm sayin? It ain't no problems, me and my boy we handle that ya know? I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know? [King George] Yeah, you got No Limit records straight up behind you [Mr. Serv-On] Yeah, good checkin out It's all good Chorus Handle your business, don't let your business handle you x8 Steady creepin, old folks peepin It's cold in the chest, pa** the heart smokin cess Jackers peep the game I got nuts for the same I wanna kick the crib, start a new life But mama's home alone, it's been twenty years since she's been my daddy's wife But my time has come, pack my bags missin only one I gotta get the job done, but I'm still my mama's son I pack the bible like the good desciple Cause I know I'm gonna do some dirt Some fools come up short with the money so it's time I put in work I kick the door, he's beggin for forgiveness I'm peepin for a witness Two shots rang out Tears from his eyes to his mouth I tied a note to his throat, no last words spoke He died on his blood as he choke (Sounds of dat n***a chokin) I'm feelin bad, but the pay is good lo Chorus x8 I'm takin the time to think about the things I did I wanna ask the Lord for forgiveness if I live I know my days are numbered in this life I wanna learn to like the ones I never learned to like My mama said I need to take confession To learn the lesson I took confession But I'm still bringin terror with this bloody session But the more I make the more my heart can take I'm tryin to shake this fear but I can't wait Murder was the case that made my heart race I need to break a sweat, I hit my gym set Pumpin Master P until my clothes get wet Uh, as I make my move to my next set Shots rang out I'm takin two to the neck I fall to the floor, grab for my strap and reach for the door So I can see who had the nuts to send me up I took my last smile and let my eyes shut Chorus x8