Everything Is Business, Pt. 1

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah we finna drop the second side of this dope shit BITCH

[Repeating sample from motion picture Scarface]
This world is...

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The definition of a playa:
A nigga 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 niggas sweat up on our bitches, see
Dr-zzz-e hit them baby then we vampin' with them dead G's
Rollin' clean, so now them robbers tryin' to follow us
Fuck 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
Bitch I need my money, no matter
Whatever the trap gotta snap
You get me fucked up with that shit
Talkin' 'bout you still broke I gotta beat you hoe
A-izz-s I get back t-izz-o you get this p-izz-ay ya dirty bitch
Take me to a commercial
I'll be back to tell what happen next

[Hook/Samples]
Once again in the end, they're D-E-A-D
Breakin 'em down to the slab
And I betcha every bitch tryin' to get rich
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out, now

[DJ Paul] 3x
Everything is business, ain't shit 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 & W-e-ss-o-n
Hoe I shoot yo fuckin' granddaddy off the porch
We caught 'em slippin' he was hangin' on the backstreets
Fuck the trunk, we put his ass in the backseat
Glock in his face bitch don't look at me he tried to explain
I started to laughin' then I smacked him with my pistol mane
Diligent and straight jacked and beat him down I started not to shoot the hoe
But Goldy said smoke him, it ain't shit personal

[Hook/Samples]
Don't fuck with me
You know who you're fuckin with
A nigga with a crazy check

[DJ Paul] 4x
Everything is business, ain't shit personal

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Why I can't sleep, I'm still tired but my eyes open
Early in the morning under the sky but I'm still scopin'
Suckers I'mma rob, then jump into my costume
Jack a nigga for a key of yams, then commence to boom
Deals got my bitches on they heels, lookin' out for the clout
Smokin' out the weed and these hoes bring the fuckin' trap
My Glock is cocked to pop and drop
These niggas down to stang me
I release the clip, you slip, I trip and flip you. Can't you dig it G?
5-0 creepin' fuck them bitches, mane we stayin' strapped
Woodlawn, Kney Street, Smokey City, Watkins & Brown
Down sound of the 12 when them coppers rollin' through
The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas
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 cuz he got a fade
Awful, ain't it? Backyard niggas down with smokin' hoes
Everything is business bitch, ain't shit personal