The Game - Business Never Personal Lyrics:
Yo, when I`m out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I`m out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
`Cause they know I`m packin` heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Ni**a, it ain`t nuttin` for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain`t nuttin` you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I`ma drive upstate and try to bounce this `caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South clickin`
`Cause ain`t nuttin` like ni**az with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So f**k with my D and get found wit`cha mouth missin`
This ain`t about you and me it`s about business ni**a
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
They don`t understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I`m doin` 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin` to handle my business, the Figaro stack change
Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My ni**az puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can`t trust a ni**a for s**t `cause Fed`s on the phone
My whole crew dirty, f**kin` with amphetamines
Catch you slippin` blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin`, knowin`
And I`ma run this s**t back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowin`
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, ni**a can you feel me?
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I`m out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
`Cause they know I`m packin` heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Ni**a, it ain`t nuttin` for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain`t nuttin` you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I`ma drive upstate and try to bounce this `caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South clickin`
`Cause ain`t nuttin` like ni**az with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So f**k with my D and get found wit`cha mouth missin`
This ain`t about you and me it`s about business ni**a
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
They don`t understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I`m doin` 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin` to handle my business, the Figaro stack change
Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My ni**az puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can`t trust a ni**a for s**t `cause Fed`s on the phone
My whole crew dirty, f**kin` with amphetamines
Catch you slippin` blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin`, knowin`
And I`ma run this s**t back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowin`
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, ni**a can you feel me?
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top
It`s business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain`t movin` the rocks, then we movin` the stocks
Cross a hustler motherf**ker you`ll arrive in a box
It`s the true to life struggle `til we arrive on top