Strictly Business

[Lunasicc]

Now who the fuck can hang with this westside crook?

Put niggas to sleep, swing with a left counter with a hook

Jook niggas like Barry, bodies bloody like Mary

Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried

Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet

I'm a rider, Sac-town, Southside og timer

Gangsta for real, I peel hoes like peelin' oranges

A warning

Don't run up on these crazy Californians

I'm on ya, like leeches out the mud on yo ass

Pull out the strap, cock it back, unload on yo ass

Dodgin' the cops tryin' to get my props, pop 'em like a pimple

Like 3X Krazy, ain't it all so sick, ain't it all so simple

Pistola packin'

See some marks then I'm jackin'

Run up on him then I smack him

Put one in his New York jacket

Ridin' away peepin' the rear view

Lettin' you bleed in the middle of the street

motherfucker we don't fear you

[Killa Tay]

Uhh

Nathan soft

I breaks 'em off

Like Bo and Lurch

If you scared to do some dirt, go to church

Fuckin' with these cap peelas

Niggas that stack scrilla

With the mack in the back of the van

for the man that run up on the Killa T-A-Y

Do or die

Twist Dosia to keep me high

Sleepy eyes

Creepin' up with no disguise

No surprise

When I draw down, instantly bustin', touchin' brains

This, ain't no fuckin game

Kill 'em up ain't nothin' changed

Murder one is my specialty

Death to niggas that step to me

I take it to the next degree

Take 'em sicker than leprosy

Inevitably, I'm steadily dodgin' task

Heavily pervin'', servin' corners when I'm mobbin' on the gas

Nigga I'm a cap peela

You fuckin' with a real nigga

Drug dealer with a nine milla puttin' jacks down for the scrilla

Fill a, nigga with lead

Leavin' him dead

So rest in peace

Light him up like a torch

from the South to the North from the West back to the East

We riders

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[Mississippi] This is for you haters

[Luna] Up jumps the boogie

We gonna ride tonight

Straight gone off doobies

Tonight we gonna ride

This is for the loochie

This is for you bustas

Hoes give up the pussy

We gonna ride tonight

Tonight we gonna ride

[Tay] We robbin' and mobbin' with my

Tonight we gonna ride

AWOLin and ballin' with a

This is for you bustas

Unlimited game and fame

We gonna ride tonight

So quickly strictly business

Gonna ride tonight

[Killa Tay]

I stay stuck like Chuck, choppin' it up on the homey's faulty

flossy with the flava, major haters trying to solve me

cross me

In the game you get your life took

We be hurtin'

Puttin' in work

Like a bg can't see me like a right hook

To the brain too much game for you to match about my scratch bitch

Nigga don't need no practice

Show me the loot and I'm at this

Gat up under the mattress

One up in the chamber

Real gang banger

Ain't no stranger to this danger

For dangler, fade ya like the major Cali chronic

Niggas that test the west gonna rest in peace and that's a promise

Got 'em hooked like phonics

Shakin' 'em up like I'm Mystic

Wicked when I'm with this stay in motion like a stick shift

I rip this

Burn 'em up like syphillis

Let 'em know I'm locced, leavin' 'em broke like it was Christmas

Stompin' in my steel toes, always down to bo-guard

We hoo-ride on tight tracks got sacks like a nose guard

That capital I-N-D-O got me faded, affiliated with ballers and thugs

Movin drugs to make a profit, pockets swollen

rollin' blunts up fatter than your dick

Sick approach, puttin' in work with my folks Lunasicc

[Lunasicc]

I got no time for you bustas I'm born and raised to be a hustla

We creep in the night puttin' it down on you suckas

Murder motherfuckers

And when I come I'm a dump

Jump out the back of the van

with the mack like man where the funk, punk?

I keeps it poppin

Non-stoppin droppin' shit like a seagull

Blastin', without no mask kill 'em up fast when I mash my Reagle

Flashin' quicker than faggots at a disco club

They bow down, when I come around 'cause I'm oh so tough

Shoelaces tied so ain't no reason for me to trip

When provoked I choke a bitch until she gimme that grip

Murder I wrote, like movies make the whole crowd scream

Runnin' through the back door bustin' like I'm jackin' for cream

Nigga duck down

I'm 'bout to pound like some cake

Psycho, schizo, to the nymphos can my nine get ate?

Nutty like the professor

Pullin' out weed like dressers

Make 'em all fall

When it call for laws I change like draws

Into a killa

Fuck the world I'm out to get my scrilla

Don't give a fuck about bitches, don't give a fuck about niggas

My trigga pulls like pimps, with they hoes on the strip

'Bout this money, ain't nothin' funny when I'm clockin' that grip

Bag 'em like they some groceries

You niggas don't know me

Tight like blue Nikes, I'm kickin' this funky shit like Shinobi

Might go do life for bustin' I'm bringin' ya death

Kill at will, bitch, with the steel until there ain't nothin' left

Psycho

[Chorus 2X]