Mistah FAB
The Biz
What would you do if ya hood was turned out
Parents burnt out Sleepin on burnt couch
Lights turned out PG&E bill to high
Poppa shermed out Brotha locked in jail for life Momma thinkin she gone owe bills for life
Its so trife Stuck in a wind pipe
Waitin to cough
Bill collecters callin pissin u off
Sounds of buggies in ya neighborhood
And anything under a thousand cans aint gone do u too good
Search three days for aluminum bottles and glass
Just to get one hit From tha bottle and glass
Young peppahs step up on the throttle and smash
Little kids die havin fun
Ran into another auto and crashed Man its so sad Let me take you on a trip out here You ready? Cause its a trip out here Hook:
Letras de cancionesIts nothin to a boss with somthin
But its somthin to a boss with nothin
Its tipsy turvey like that But it is what it is Its how it goes down Its the biz ya dig Its somthin to a boss with nothin
But its nothin to a boss with somthin
Thats how it goes down
In my part of the map
Marksman hustlin
And everbody target is scratch
Verse II:
Rip the wrath
Plant the path
Most wish they had the seeds to
Without the cheese dude What would a rat chase I stack paps Through the cracks of the black fate Avoid cracks with the jack face My black race runnin slow in a fast race Because of my black face Police crack place Inside my phat lace Man oakland the last place You wanna act fake Its real enough to see a use to be somthin
A washed up nothin Only glory from his good years Back in the day Now he sip yak up on the track
And search for crack in the alley ways These oakland cali ways Happen every day Hey! Dope fiends shoot up in the telly
Gettin higher then a astronaut with a baby growin in they belly
Real smelly Imagine that
Its real out here Hook
Verse III:
Name a post A block street cokaine the porch
Flame n torch
Some b quick to aim at yo throat
Some get locked up an now they got a thang in they coat
Finna lose it man they finna strangled goat
For a sacraficical fate, guys go cyco wait
Penatentray done em great now he bout to lose his faith
Some gain mind focus, somesniff linesof cokus
But thats bogus, the show gets,
more excitin as u ride a vivid memory of a jail house hit
Stab up a prick for the name of ya click
Dark solitary confinement Make ya lose ya mind, get release from stale tyme
Now u doin fine
Arguin wit ya piece of mind
Causin conflict intense react conduct
Drug in by bmb scent,a prophet to the world my mom sent
My moms only child F.A.B
Hold it down
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