Bbp Business Before Pleasure lyrics

feat. 7th Ambassador, Bambue

[Intro: Hell Razah (Bambue) {7th Ambassador}]
B.B.P., in the Bronx, B.B.P. (Yo, uh) {what, what}

[7th Ambassador]
My commitee of six`ll sick in the flip
Switch in the nines, and pull out knives
Hit the five boroughs at one time
We really never like being confined
That`s why we speak about trees in our rhyme
That type of shit, eases our mind
In a everyday struggle, in the jungle
Hash was a hustle and niggas be bad to touch you
If you don`t have the muscle in this modern day, cash or trouble
You heard Biggie`s ass rebuttal, the Mo the Money, the Mo the Problems
More ways for me to solve `em, more gats keep revolvin`
So what you talkin`?, you ain`t doin` nothin` but offerin`
My little shorties a coffin, claimin` you a master of a world you lost in
Down the mean streets, BX to Compton
Who you crossin`, dunn get caught walkin`
On the wrong side of the margin, when shit spray
Like somethin` they made for dodgin`
It`s all big rims, you mean to floss it

[Chorus 2.5X: Hell Razah (Bambue)]
Bitches come, bitches go
Never trust a ho
Business Before Pleasure, cuz they out to get ya dough

(Niggas come, niggas go, fuck all ya dough
If I`m a bitch and I`m a ho
Then I`mma go and get my own)

[Hell Razah]
On the block, crack spot watch in front of the cops
He made careers outta corners for his Rolex watch
Up in clubs, straight lick-up, past bitches and sons
Every Sunday at the Tunnel takin` pictures wit thugs



Shorty lookin` in my face like she fallin` in love
Yea, I eat meat, close it `for the chew in the cut -a
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