Intro (Big Bizness Vol. 3) lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck them cops, yeah
R.I.P

[Verse]
R.I.P. Kinnell Magee, that n*gga stayed up on his bizz
Made his paper, did it big
But he got murdered by the pigs
Yeah, the cops jumped my n*gga and left him
Like they ain't care for him
'Til I can see him again, I'll blow this smoke up in the air for him
And brothers always family, got problems?
I'll bust that thang for 'em
n*gga, just give me the word
I empty clips up in they head for 'em
I'm knocking n*ggas' noodles
Diggin' chunks up out they chest
Mr. G.I.B.B.S., I'm homicide in the flesh
Murder on the f*ckin' mic
Burner with me on the street
Get with me, all the b*tch n*ggas against me
They gon' f*ckin' [?] (Nah)
They didn't believe it so I showed y'all n*ggas
This about the third time that I done told y'all n*ggas (Haha)
Dropped the first two volumes to straight hold y'all n*ggas
Got 'em feelin' bad, back in the lab, recording disses (Haha)
I'm sorry nobody listened, you takin' shots and missin' (Woo!)
Get yo figures, n*gga, this Big Bizness
We knockin', knockin' doors down (Haha)