The Biz

[Verse I:]

What would you do if ya hood was turned out

Parents burnt out

Sleepin on burnt couch

Lights turned out

PG&E bill to high

Poppa shermed out

Brotha locked in jail for life

Momma thinkin she gone owe bills for life

Its so trife

Stuck in a wind pipe

Waitin to cough

Bill collecters callin pissin u off

Sounds of buggies in ya neighborhood

And anything under a thousand cans aint gone do u too good

Search three days for aluminum bottles and glass

Just to get one hit

From tha bottle and glass

Young peppahs step up on the throttle and smash

Little kids die havin fun

Ran into another auto and crashed

Man its so sad

Let me take you on a trip out here

You ready? Cause its a trip out here

[Hook:]

Its nothin to a boss with somthin

But its somthin to a boss with nothin

Its tipsy turvey like that

But it is what it is

Its how it goes down

Its the biz ya dig

Its somthin to a boss with nothin

But its nothin to a boss with somthin

Thats how it goes down

In my part of the map

Marksman hustlin

And everbody target is scratch

[Verse II:]

Rip the wrath

Plant the path

Most wish they had the seeds to

Without the cheese dude

What would a rat chase

I stack paps

Through the cracks of the black fate

Avoid cracks with the jack face

My black race runnin slow in a fast race

Because of my black face

Police crack place

Inside my phat lace

Man oakland the last place

You wanna act fake

Its real enough to see a use to be somthin

A washed up nothin

Only glory from his good years

Back in the day

Now he sip yak up on the track

And search for crack in the alley ways

These oakland cali ways

Happen every day

Hey! Dope fiends shoot up in the telly

Gettin higher then a astronaut with a baby growin in they belly

Real smelly

Imagine that

Its real out here

[Hook]

[Verse III:]

Name a post

A block street cokaine the porch

Flame n torch

Some b quick to aim at yo throat

Some get locked up an now they got a thang in they coat

Finna lose it man they finna strangled goat

For a sacraficical fate, guys go cyco wait

Penatentray done em great now he bout to lose his faith

Some gain mind focus, somesniff linesof cokus

But thats bogus, the show gets,

more excitin as u ride a vivid memory of a jail house hit

Stab up a prick for the name of ya click

Dark solitary confinement

Make ya lose ya mind, get release from stale tyme

Now u doin fine

Arguin wit ya piece of mind

Causin conflict intense react conduct

Drug in by bmb scent,a prophet to the world my mom sent

My moms only child F.A.B

Hold it down