Styles P - Bout My Business lyrics

[Spade] Uh, MF Plain to see, its the Spade from the P-H Can't change me, cause I'ma be a Figga for life Holdin it down Plain to see, can't change me Cause I'ma be a Figga for life From now until [Spade - Verse 1] I'm the rubberband man, Spade bounce back from the bottom Yo they feelin Philly sound now we got 'em I'm the modern day JFK before Oswald shot him You want many styles yo I got 'em You n***as want rocks on the wrist man I done done that Glocks on the hip man I done done that At the bar poppin Cris I done done that Dudes wanna pop sh**, till they hear them guns clap Spade from the P-H, now who the f** want that Slash the O, dude with the nasty flow And I ain't thinkin bout y'all I want my cash to grow First in but the last to go You ba*tards know The kid Spade-O, I'm hear for the dough-ration And if you say that I ain't hot, than y'all hatin I know alot of cats think of testin me now Want the fame? Say my name like your Destiny's Child And I'ma give you everything from the twenty-two long Eleven deep, but with guns we like twenty-two strong Lil Ruck said Spade if they want it, its on I wanna murder after each and every one of your songs [Chorus - Spade] Now y'all dudes say what you want I'm bout my business Want me to co*k it and dump I'm bout my business Why y'all tryin to front I'm bout my business I'm Source rhyme of the month I'm bout my business You dudes say what you want I'm bout my business Want me to co*k it and dump I'm bout my business How y'all tryin to front I'm bout my business I'm Source rhyme of the month I'm bout my business [Spade - Verse 2] Man I'm Rakim dated fool And I'm L rockin bells And I'm Nas Illmatic You guys, still average We bust matics, for the lust of the cabbage Its beef? Take the heat to Atlanta like Greg Maddux And get splattered, all over the face Of the platinum presidential, no gold in the place To my thugs down south to put the gold in they face To you hoes I'ma blow and put the dough in ya face Picture me rollin the safe, all down the ave and No more walkin, strengthenin my calves And my thugs stay hustlin with intentions to stash Large denominations of cash We ain't just playin the game, we dominatin your a** An intimidatin head of the cla** Word up, I'm bad at body work but it be the head when I blast You wanna battle or some lead in your a** I'm bout my business [Chorus] [Styles - Verse 3] Every rapper wanna say they real, f** em! f** around and get your lady k**ed Might get your baby k**ed I'm Mister Mortician Hoppin out the hooptie with hoodie on Four four four fifth'n And all you gonna see is ma** hoes And get hit with these slugs from your throat to your a** holes And you'll be lucky to live And you'll be lucky if I don't spaz out and try to f** with your kids k** your family and friends, mother f**a So you can understand what sufferin is I live my life on the street thats what hustlin is And you can't name a rapper that can f** with me kid You should stop beefin with each other, be smart Everybody join sides and come and beef with me So I can rock n***as asleep, ten at a time Show my hood mother f**as whats the meaning of deep [Chorus] [Spade:] MF, Untertainment (I'm bout my business) Nicetown, we still in here (I'm bout my business) North Phil, paper chases (I'm bout my business) Ruff Nation, y'all know (I'm bout my business) Major Figgas (I'm bout my business) Interscope (I'm bout my business) Big Face Entertainment (I'm bout my business) My mans on the hands (I'm bout my business) West Phil, South Phil [Styles (Spade):] (to fade) Better get some mother f**in busniess to be about And don't be in mines (y'all know the Figga run down) b**h! (I ain't got to run it down, what y'all know) See me if you want I'm available ALL the time (I'm bout my business) L-O-X! Spade-O! Figgas for life! Gangstas for life! Ryders for life! Ruff Ryde n***a! b**h, slightly aggrivated, frustrated