The Business

Yeah, C-Arson
Chorus: Ras Kass (2x)
Y'all know what the fuck this is
Y'all know what the business is
I don't want no witnesses
Real talk, I'mma split yo' wig

Parole, got a foursome with locks in my sock
Whips decapitated, now I'm choppin' the top
Homies raised in the Rotch, still poppin' in Watts
Hoodrats curb servin' got rocks in her cot
You not finna stop, nothin' 'round here, boy
Crack music, you be cluckin' round here, boy
Say I'm conceited, nerve of the boy
Settle this like playas, find your girl with your boy
I Serve and Destroy, battle niggas on my Treo palm
Figgas at the party at the Palms
Tryin' to palm Jenny McCarty's titties on E, I'm gone
Call me Saddam
The Evisu jeans, the Bathing Apes
Mission Impossible, gospel, I'mma change your face
Turn hell to heaven to hell like I changed to mace
And that's my nigga, rearrange the pace
The R-ah to the A-ah to the S-K-double-S
Still take it to your chest like breasts
Antonio, Westside, Bug, re-up
I'm still walkin' on water without liftin' my knee up
C-Arson
Chorus (2x)

I don't play kid games, you better duck duck goose
When the coupe red light green light, and start to shoot
Now you can hide and seek it, but I bet I find the loot
Armed with two, when your mother "May I?" Fuck her, may I?
Fuck around and have your hood meetin' at a seance
That's what they on, ask Half-Breed
If I put half a clip in half his lip, would only half bleed
I get it from overseas, save your vest
I got a prehistoric pistol that'll cave your chest
I'll name your set, fuck yo' ass
Have the little homies hit your street in the Mercury Topaz
And five dollars worth of gas with the same .45
I shot 45 times at your baby mama's pad
My pocket's like a 12 gauge, we both got bucks
Me and Ras fuck the same bitch and both got trucks
Don't get wet like pond water, motherfucker better duck
Chorus (2x)

We dip and we trip, full clip with the metal
And we don't give a fuck, cause the world is a ghetto
We dip and we trip, full clip with the metal
And we don't give a fuck, cause the world is a ghetto

Yeah, 40 Glocc
From IE to LA, from LA to the Bay
We in your bitch-ass mouth every day, nigga
Swallow back, yeah!
Infamous, G-Unit!