Handle Your Business lyrics

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Send "Handle Your Business" Ringtone to your Cell [Mr. Serv-On] Fuck this shit man I`m tired of being broke Fuck this, I ain`t never had a damn thing ya know what I`m sayin? It`s time I let my nuts hang man Fuck 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 ass in a sling Just came up peepin hustlers at the local spot Bangin away, cuttin straight workin fuckin 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 passed 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, pass 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 nigga 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 Send " Handle Your Business" Ringtone to your Cell Handle Your Business lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Handle Your Business lyrics @ ELyrics | Handle Your Business lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Handle Your Business lyrics @ Songlyrics | Handle Your Business lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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