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(feat. Mystikal) [Chorus: Mystikal] Handle Yo Business! Handle Yo Business!! Handle Yo Business!!! Don't let yo business handle you!!!!! [x2] [First Verse: Tim Smooth+Mystikal] [Tim Smooth] I heard you really don't like me....WHHHHUT? Boy you coulda smoked a nigga for fifty bucks [Mystikal] I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!!!!!!! [Tim Smooth] I live my life to the fullest And shop ain't close after them hoes so you and your lil' bullets know All the shew-shewin' that you doin' Got the, red beams cookin' and some hater shit brewin' nah I ain't no heartless-ass, thoughtless-ass nigga Letras de cancionesBut I'd bat the piss out'cha and out'cha Ma if I caught that ass with her Nigga, sick of the "I say, you say" Uck-fay Ooh-yay {Fuck you in piglatin} Handle this here, to-day I ain't scared, trust me, touch me, and you best stretch me Like licorice Cuz I'll come back like syphollis Gettin' this Words that you got Off your mind, you won't be the bomb cuz you not You'z a bro, and the dog is just OH SO VICIOUS You warnin' me????? [Mystikal] HERE I GO!!!!!!! [Tim Smooth] Handle Yo Business [Chorus x2] [Tim Smooth] I'm tryin' to figure what the fuck? When the fuck? Why the fuck? Who the fuck, made ya wanna fuck with me? Shiiiiiiiit, all over a hoe Nigga wants to put me in the mud Full of slugs and bugs But uh It ain't goin' down like that TRUST ME It gone be ugly for any nigga tryin' to pluck me Must be stupid as Mister Furley Tryin' to treat that pussy like silk, gone get a nigga killed EARLY Cuz surely you don't THINK that I'm gone BLINK While you thinkin' you gone GANK But you gone STANK By the time they find your lil' behind And I'll be in the Bahamas gettin' the whole nine from your baby Mama Save the drama, PLEASE Quit sweatin' a nigga like a bitch And let a nigga dick BREATHE It's a constant case, bein' mad at the wrong face When the real problem is slobbin', at'cha place And she, hoggin' the A/C Shiiiit, and ate free? Soon as you go to work, to get burnt, she page me THAT MEANS, she's a hoe And if you don't knooooooooooooooooow Now you know! Handle YO Business!!!!!!!! [Chorus] [Tim Smooth] Bitch, whenever you draw the line, or lay your rules down Tim Smooth'll come around With the type of shit to turn your whole pool ground Now, I don't give a damn, not even two fucks About which clique won't buck or which bitch won't suck I'm bout, gettin' as high as a bird's nest Bitch, gas glass or sex? Ass comes next And I don't take checks I take, charge accounts Large amounts of cabbage got me livin' lavish, now it's hard to count How many niggas playa hate me, on the D.L.? Fake as Lee nails Gossipin' like, FE-MALES Details at six thirty Can't let that disturb me 'Fore I fill 'em with more holes than a practice jersey For actin' nervy you get shook Subject to ass whippin's and sentenced, to the dick look Quick hooks, gone get these bitches out my face, with the QUICKNESS You bitch you! Now handle yo business [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania