Takin’ Care of Business

[Intro: Saigon]
We gon' go from up top to down under, baby
New York City to Melbourne (Boom)
Let that beat rock, nigga
It’s Big Phrase, it's Saigon, man
First and last time, we gon' spit at these homo niggas
Let’s get at 'em!

[Verse 1: Saigon]
Who wan' spit? Who wan' hear some more other type sick shit?
The flow is flowingly fluid like liquid
In Australia they sayin' my shit's wicked
Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't even have to kick shit
But look, you still lyin’ in your raps and
Always acting like you dyin’ for some action
But we really know you not though, you not no
Vatos Loco, you a twat yo, fo' sure
I’ma get rich or die tryin like 50
Even if I gotta do something that's tight risky
Pass me the henny, bitch, I don't like whisky
My gun snap, crackle and pop like Rice Krispies
Whatever y'all want y’all can get
So what you got a gun? You ain't poppin' it, so stop poppin' shit
Nigga, you fuck around and get bucked with the gat
Big Phrase and Saigon, now what's fuckin' with that? Boom

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"

[Verse 2: Phrase]
As complex as it seems, it's as simple as this:
Half a kilo of steel that I wield in my fist
So fuck your karma, 'cause we surrounded by the golden armour
Bring the drama till your cryin' to ya mama
With many techniques of pyrotechnics I'm quicker with the next shit
The records on the deck flip, you're tickin' off the checklist
Of cardiac arrest kids, you missed the point
And it's official, Phraser grab the mic, wave it up like a pistol
I stay equipped on the danger tip
And keep pushing till your brain is hit, infected
You run your mouth like J Wess, would run for status
I went from running drugs and now I'm spittin' with the famous
Yo, you need to check your fuckin' head punks
You studied all the wrong questions and you wondering why ya text flunked
Basic, we never work with a fake clique
Phrase and Saigon keep collecting them payslips

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"

[Verse 3: Saigon]
With the strength of a hundred baboons, I beat ya eyes black as a fuckin' racoon
Leave you covered in stab wounds, dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit
Know what I notice? That tough shit is just what you spit
I couldn't picture you busting a clip
I could see you sucking a dick or getting fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby mama would be
Found in the woods hanging by her thong from a tree

[Verse 4: Phrase]
It's wrong what you see, the way we rip the strong from the weak
It's on if you speak, 'cause me and Sai will shatter your cheeks
We scrapping with freaks and leave your crew in tatters for weeks
You motherfuckers really sure you wanna battle the streets?
I take you out and put you back on a rack
When a customer got a query, son, I tell 'em your wack
You see the fact is you couldn't move the streets with your tactics
It's wack shit and that's the end of that ya fuckin' spastic

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"
"Fuck y'all" "We out there"
"Takin' care of business"
"Take it to the streets
If you feel like you can finish"

[Outro: Phrase]
Yeah, and that's the way it is
You're gonna get the fuck outta here
Phrase, Saigon
Marlin Records, [?] collaboration
Melbourne to Brooklyn, fuck [?]
[?] Saigon we on our way to the top
We on our way to the top

[Scratches: DJ Flagrant]
"We come from the same place"