Everything Is Business, Pt. 1 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah we finna drop the second side of this dope sh*t, b*tch

[Scarface Sample]
This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is
This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is
This world is, this world is, this world is, this world is, this world is

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The definition of a playa:
A n*gga 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 you out
But you can talk yo ass off
My Glock will break 'em somethin' off proper
I kick it at Raifords where the playas at
Bumpin' pimpin' smokin' sacks
With Dre and RayRay hittin that mask
We love to see these n*ggas sweat up on our b*tches, see
Drizze hit them baby then we vampin' with them dead G's
Rollin' clean, so now them robbers tryin' to follow us
f*ck number 1, 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*tch I need my money, no matter
Whatever the trap gotta snap
You get me f*cked up with that sh*t
Talkin' 'bout you still broke I gotta beat you hoe
Aizzs I get tizzo you get this pizzay, ya' dirty b*tch
Take me to a commercial
I'll be back to tell what happen next
[Chorus]
Once again in the end, they're D-E-A-D
Breakin 'em down to the slab
And I'm hip to every b*tch trying to get a grip
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the f*ck out, now

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo
But all of a sudden I heard three shots go 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, are started to cappin'
The only thing I seen was the duals from the Chevy
Three holes in my wall got me spooked, but I ain't scary
I called 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 n' W-E double S, O-N
Ho, I shoot yo f*ckin' granddaddy off the porch
We caught 'em slippin' he was hangin' on the backstreets
f*ck the trunk, we put his ass in the backseat
Glock in his face b*tch don't look at me he tried to explain
I started to laugh and then I smacked him with my pistol, mane
Diligent and straight jacked and beat him down I started not to shoot the ho, but Goldy said smoke him, it ain't sh*t personal
[Chorus]
You know—
Don't f*ck with me
You—You—You know who you're f*ckin' with
A n*gga with a crazy check
You know who you're f*ckin' with
You know who you're f*ckin' with
A n*gga with a crazy check
Don't f*ck with me
You know who you're f*ckin' with
You know who you're f*ckin' with
Don't—Don't f*ck with me
A n*gga with a crazy check
You know who you're f*ckin' with

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
Everything is business, ain't sh*t personal

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Why I can't sleep, I'm still tired but my eyes open
Early in the mornin' under the sky but I'm still scopin'
Suckers I'ma rob, then jump into my costume
Jack a n*gga for a key of yams, then commence to boom
Deals got my b*tches on they heels, lookin' out for the clout
Smokin' out the weed and these hoes bring the f*ckin' trap
My Glock is c*cked to pop and drop, these n*ggas down to stang me
I release the clip, you slip, I trip and flip you can't you dig it G?
5-0 creepin' f*ck them b*tches, mane we stayin' strapped
Woodlawn, Kney Street, Smokey City, Watkins and Brown
Down sound of the twelve, when them coppers rollin' through
The thicker the killers the rougher the n*ggas
We comin' straight outta' the North, fool
Meanin' that, slippin' with this pimpin', will get yo' ass sprayed
Mike got the Tec, you least expect it 'cause he got a fade
Awful, ain't it? Backyard n*ggas down with smokin' hoes
Everything is business b*tch, ain't sh*t personal