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[Chorus: Buckshot] Let's get down to business (say what?) I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit Beat to the ones that said I wouldn't get back When I get back -- get back Let's get down to business (say what?) I think I'm gonna have to pay a visit Beat to all y'all, this is for all y'all Handle your biz, fall in, you fall off [Steele] I've been kicked, cut, jumped, stuffed By record company exec's, schemin' on my bucks These streets is rough, Timb's on my feet get scuffed I hate to see my peeps get cuffed As weed gets puffed, MC's get bluffed A&R's get pressed, dj's get they shit bust Bucktown, Duck Down Enterprise Record Without distribution, dog, we still push records [Buckshot] I step to my business, man, strongarm my own crew Rock with a group and a long tool Peep the fore path, I been said the shit in the past Let's go back in time, flip the hourglass In 1998, I couldn't wait, to get all my niggaz Letras de cancionesAnd do shows, from state to state Even in 2000, two triple oh I used to be the man, until my band got old But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin Get all my paper in, or I'mm lace ya chin [Chorus] [Sean Price] Know this B.I. thing, I be about it The prophet is only logic I'm like assassins from Elijah Muhammed Get ya hands out my pocket, stop it You can't have it, in Long Street It can't happen on beat, let another label Try to play me for cheap, I'm takin' this cheap Trynna chase down paper, til the white display the heat The devil may cry, that's for Cuba, I'm playin' for keeps How my ends not gon' meet, at the end of the week I'mma be the streets for ya, I can get the streets on ya Give me the things, I can bang, plus I'm trained to get lower That's the last time I seen a CEO and his lawyer See my shit tight, and I don't stack 5 feet taller [Starang Wondah] Yo, niggaz gossip quick to pop shit Actin' like they pop shit, really not shit, yo Muthafuckers try to say I changed, man I'mma trynna change from Lex to Range Don't look strange, trynna say that I ain't the same Y'all niggaz know about Starang, the same nigga From the white building up the block Who used to be the hype man, for Ruck and Rock Who knew the number to them bitches that can suck some cock Got in the beef, had thugs that'll bust them shots My vocals make me more than bi-coastal You local, I get this dough like I'm suppose to Make riches that's far from social Hear these words, when we approach you [Top Dog] You keep our business alone You keep our business, in mind, your own Niggaz fuckin' with the feds, they got me fed up Fuck keepin' it real, just keep ya head up Damn if I smoke the weed to keep me dead up Niggaz fuckin' with lens, that'll get them set up Bucktown is the shit, so nigga shut up Fuck parkin' the whip, just keep it reved up Niggaz needin' the fifth, to keep a leg up Niggaz bustin' they shit to big they set up [Chorus] [Sean Price] Aiyo, let's get down to business Let's get pound with this shit, get that dough Slap a nigga, dude be like, yo why you do that for? Same reason I slap the other two, tic-tac-toe Fuck around, and jump out the ride with the big black foe Pop you in the face, and leave you with a big black hole Every time I fuckin' rhyme, you always get that flow Fuck you, I'm past that, ditch that flow Heard you performin' at what, niggaz, skip that show Nigga - [Hook 2X: Buckshot] Who we be, we be Boot Camp Clik Click, click, in the night [Chorus] From Letras Mania