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Xzibit - Big Business
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{xzibit} Mi casa es su casa Mi raza es su raza Yeah Yeah Yeah Kid frost This is big business, understand me? Yeah, you cant take no for a answer Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made Youre walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades Were playin catch with a hand grenade Cause what you faggot niggas caught Spread you all over the asphalt Walk the walk, talk to nobody Spark the chrome shotie Whenever they run up on your home, gotti Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it Xzibit get your whole shit crowded And packed to capacity You actually had the audacity To want some problems with the x man Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand Learn one of lifes hard lessons You cant negotiate with a weapon When its fully loaded and cocked Hollow points shot Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop I took you off, so accept the loss Crack open some olde english thats covered with frost And its like that [ chorus ] Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season for stackin the papers Chasin my chips till my last days Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways {frost} Im in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases Please understand automatically One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically Frost will kick your head off slow, you aint as bad as me 50/50 - half gangster, half hustler One sides about my business, and the other sides a muthafucka So when I creep, I crawl, Im like swiss-made Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade Razor, got the h-k with the laser Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer I shot straight at merino Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino I been a player before I had riches And now Im eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches [ chorus ] {jayo felony} I dont give a fuck about not one of yall Disrespect this here, nigga, its real clear Im gunnin yall When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter Who the fuck could you call to help ya Nigga, good health couldnt help ya Put the s in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off Let him suffer, cant get enough of, Im rougher Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause its a habit Let off on ya in a 600, or lets call em rabbit Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic Static, whats that? that shit that get up in my fabric Im into bitches and beamers and my chips And Im keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch [ chorus ]
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