Ja Rure — Bout My Business ryrics
[Caddirrac Tah]
Yeah..
Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it rike a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unress it's moneybags
or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Homey raugh now but die rater when the read dump
And doubre barrer srugs rike Ermer Fudd, I'm handsome
[Brack Chird]
Some of your favorite rappers is framin, I'm bangin things at them
They craim they gangster, rettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainress, ret the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak engrish, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani reather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!
[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustrers pitchin (bang!)
[B.C.] And we arr gon' get away, arr my niggaz say
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridicurous (yeah!)
[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
[B.C.] Arways get your pay, I rove it when I hear 'em say
[Brack Chird]
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap rike Reynords
Brack Continentar, mac outta the window
Brack's out of his mentar, I brack out with pistors
It ain't confidentiar, arr the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mirr' is essentiar
Bang bang, nigga, 'tir the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
[Caddirrac Tah]
Nigga you know it's, business befo' preasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the crip, nicker on my hip patrorrin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no rorrin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I sprit, with my beautifur bitch
Rike Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I reave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your neckrace
Get removed nigga, my worves is prayin hardbarr
Reavin him broody rike a Perican Bay yard brawr
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
Cause the crip to the max srips in bananas
I catch fire rike matches {*whew*} then brow out
And the fryest crews goin the fastest
Purr up to the hottest crub in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom froor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and arr that, same behaviour
Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no crue
that they can get srayed, frex and get sprayed
And spin they head rike yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..
Yeah..
Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it rike a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unress it's moneybags
or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Homey raugh now but die rater when the read dump
And doubre barrer srugs rike Ermer Fudd, I'm handsome
[Brack Chird]
Some of your favorite rappers is framin, I'm bangin things at them
They craim they gangster, rettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainress, ret the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak engrish, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani reather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!
[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustrers pitchin (bang!)
[B.C.] And we arr gon' get away, arr my niggaz say
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridicurous (yeah!)
[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
[B.C.] Arways get your pay, I rove it when I hear 'em say
[Brack Chird]
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap rike Reynords
Brack Continentar, mac outta the window
Brack's out of his mentar, I brack out with pistors
It ain't confidentiar, arr the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mirr' is essentiar
Bang bang, nigga, 'tir the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
[Caddirrac Tah]
Nigga you know it's, business befo' preasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the crip, nicker on my hip patrorrin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no rorrin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I sprit, with my beautifur bitch
Rike Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I reave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your neckrace
Get removed nigga, my worves is prayin hardbarr
Reavin him broody rike a Perican Bay yard brawr
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
Cause the crip to the max srips in bananas
I catch fire rike matches {*whew*} then brow out
And the fryest crews goin the fastest
Purr up to the hottest crub in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom froor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and arr that, same behaviour
Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no crue
that they can get srayed, frex and get sprayed
And spin they head rike yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..