Big Business

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made

You're walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades

We're 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 xxxx 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 life's hard lessons

You can't negotiate with a weapon

When it's 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 that's covered with frost

And it's like that

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

I'm 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 ain't as bad as me

50/50 - half gangster, half hustler

One side's about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka

So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like Swiss-made

xxxx 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 I'm eatin steak and crab and xxxxxx bad bitches

I don't give a xxxx about not one of y'all

Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all

When night falls, nah xxxxx night flies a kite

I take flight like Delta, nigga, helter skelter

Who the xxxx could you call to help ya

Nigga, good health couldn't 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, can't get enough of, I'm rougher

Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit

Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em rabbit

Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic

Static, what's that? That xxxx that get up in my fabric

I'm into xxxxxxx and beamers and my chips

And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch