Brooklyn's Business

[Billy Danze from M.O.P.]

Representing 1 7 1 8, dangerously

Cousin, you know the drill

[Lil Fame from M.O.P.]

Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, bound!

[Method Man]

Playing my position, hot Nixon

This one, for all the sick ones, confliction

Posionous darts sickening, best believe

Finger itching with two broke legs, now I'm tripping

On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets

Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways

Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me

Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

From my punch, watch your son and you

Got you shitting in your last Huggie, running who?

Fucking punk, get a speed bump coming through

A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga

Turnin Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)

While you got set up I was hittin your ex ho

Shit I kept low, petro' your metro

Politic, keep the chickenheads gobbling

Shit I'm driving in, come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee

Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty

Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see

When I approach rappers be taking notes

I drop like I should've invented the raincoat

Absolute, I love to burn to the roots

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Today's agenda

Got the suitcase up in the Sentra

Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya

Feel the strangest

If no money exchanges

I got these kids in ranges

Believe them niggas brainless

All they tote is stainless

You just remain as

Calm as possible, make the deal go thru

If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do

Please make yo killings clean

Slugs up in between

They eyes, like True Lies

Kill em and flee the scene

Just bring back the coke or the cream

Or else, yo life is on the shelf

We mean this Frank

Them cats we fucking wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank

Lets get this money baby

They shady, we get shady

Dress up like ladies

And burn em with 30 380's

Then they come to kill our babies

[Raekwon]

We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady

Laying on the bed, looking like a drag

Had the pillow cuffed, looking at me and Frank, her grill was rough

Who would've ever think she'd rather do us up

But that's the business, back to the sitch

On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols

Doin sign language is twitching noses

Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi?

We can do this all day, yo y'all both whack

They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out

They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth

Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid

Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig

And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo

You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor

[Ghostface Killah]

Bleed just like us, believe my pipe bust

If he holding the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot

Up early in the morning, kick the door in, wave the 4 an'

(fuck) the brawling, cause Tony for the stalling

And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom line either

Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9

Invest figures to address (niggas)

Working out, all I curl is my index finger

Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers

My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners

When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers

Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggas) respect winners

I got them big spenders coming through, hourly

Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully

Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me

You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga

[Rakim]

Its mister word renowned with the best verse

One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard

Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"

A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words

Some of us love to flow 'til the club close

And some in love with blow for the love of dough

In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for girls

They extorting the game, exploiting the hood

Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread

It's only hot cause we ride, spotted cops with feds

Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead

That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead"

So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping

Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton

Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers

While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go

[Busta Rhymes]

In God we trust

Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous

A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious

I'm making my niggas deal with it so mysterious

Furious all of my niggas is serious

Should niggas be walkin around fearing us

Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearing us

Gotta listen to the radio be playing us

30 time a day shit'll make you delirious

Damagin everything all up in your areas

Yo its funny how all the chickens be always serving us

All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us

Hitcha gonna hit em off with the illiest

Varias chickens they wanna marry us

Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust

Settle for your money the label preparing us

[Kool G Rap]

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers

You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors

So I got to get with the business of hit quick

Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick

Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot

Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop

Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck

And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check

But if a vic' tries to choke me

I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie

Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey

Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me

So to the next weasel that freezes

Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus

Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck

Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a f**k