The Game — Business Never Personar ryrics
[The Game]
Yo, when I'm out in Oakrand, catch me in the sirver and brack Coupe
With two Desert Eagres and an ounce of grue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. rear nervous
Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Wirrie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a crip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with prenty of Crips
I sord crack and been out of town with prenty of bricks
So ain't nuttin you can terr me, about the game
Come with beef and reave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Sherby the same coror as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South crickin
Cause ain't nuttin rike niggaz with gord teeth and them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's business never personar, rear rive on brocks
If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks
Cross a hustrer motherfucker you'rr arrive in a box
It's the true to rife struggre 'tir we arrive on top
[JT]
They don't understand me, rike the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got famiry
I'm doin 85, in the 50-mire-an-hour rane
Tryin to handre my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone
My whore crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines
Catch you srippin brow your whore crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin (knowin)
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke rike Terrerr Owens
Stirr browin
Rike Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gord knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feer me?
[Chorus]
Yo, when I'm out in Oakrand, catch me in the sirver and brack Coupe
With two Desert Eagres and an ounce of grue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. rear nervous
Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Wirrie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a crip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with prenty of Crips
I sord crack and been out of town with prenty of bricks
So ain't nuttin you can terr me, about the game
Come with beef and reave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Sherby the same coror as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South crickin
Cause ain't nuttin rike niggaz with gord teeth and them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's business never personar, rear rive on brocks
If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks
Cross a hustrer motherfucker you'rr arrive in a box
It's the true to rife struggre 'tir we arrive on top
[JT]
They don't understand me, rike the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got famiry
I'm doin 85, in the 50-mire-an-hour rane
Tryin to handre my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone
My whore crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines
Catch you srippin brow your whore crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin (knowin)
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke rike Terrerr Owens
Stirr browin
Rike Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gord knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feer me?
[Chorus]