Bad Azz - Personal Business Lyrics
f/ Val Young* send corrections to the typist[Bad Azz talking]Handle yoursAy, Life is a Personal BusinessYou see what I'm handlin'It's Personal BusinessYou handle your BusinessBefore I handle you, you heard meVal holla at 'em[Chorus: Val Young]Take care of your Personal BusinessDon't never let the game catch you slippin'Take care of your Personal BusinessDon't let the game get you and drive you insane[Verse 1]This here life of mine down this one way streetSo unpredictable, tryin' to run into a DollarDrama all I seem to get into, can't rewind timeSo the problems that's mine, is either solve 'emOr deal with 'em tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a jobMoney ain't circulatin', cops had the spot droppedSo it ain't no work in yay(?), What's up?I'm thinkin' "Damn, I need a Dollar"I feel stuck and the hard times make me wanna hollaGod help me out here, oh no I'm with my lastKnowin' I can be the next to die, gone with the pass thatI don't wanna feel like real life's hard to liveFake cuz when they do me, ay, this ain't no movieAin't no take too, you ever think about where yourLife gon' take you? ain't you grateful to be aliveOr you wanna die cuz life hates you, don't let it take youOr make you or break you[Chorus][Verse 2]Oh yeah, the game a get ya, hit ya hard and make ya fallAnd you get broke with no hope and, no get backLet's try hard to see success and not the stress and get thereYou stay persistent long enough, you prolly have shit whereEverything you need'll be excatly where it need to beTo me the streets and peace are never seen in (?)See really forgot about the kids doin' what we didPart of gettin' high watchin' time go byNow they wanna smoke and drink and ride on byCatch a case, be at their pace and it's a long cold rideJudge just gave Shorty Mack 1-0-5 and I doubt he'll liveto be a hundred and thirty three, they try to tellin' me he gon' dieYo, in the penitentiary, he mentioned he needed me to send him aPackage, I'ma shoot it to ya, man I know the game'll do it to yaYes it will like that, like that[Chorus][Verse 3]For me, it's been a long time comin' with a stretch up in hereI ain't scared but I don't wanna be deadI caught the game tryin' to kill me and found out it's beenSeveral attempts, it hurts to know this shit gettin' so personalAt once, don't they know you can't do nothin' about itLeast you know the world'll never be crowded(*laughter*)The same thang that'll make you laugh'll make you cryThe same game that got you rich will make you die***** the truth, we like livin' in a lie, it ain't no timeTo try to find my lost mind, I'm on the grind, I got rentI need nickels and dimes would I be sent and life be as aPersonal business, sell your service not your soulIf you ain't got no dough, Nah I ain't tellin' and try to goAnd try to sell your brain, if you ain't got you a scaleAnd a barreler cane, I'm just sayin' got to use what you gotto, do what you want and most folks don'tI gotta handle mine, you better[Chorus][Bad Azz ad-libs]
