The Bizness Lyrics

The Bizness lyrics

[Featuring Common]
Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
And
and bass up the track a little bit
Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom
bish boom knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah you know the bizness
Common Sense
soul with the De La
Get all them play ahs
We the rhyme sayers
Huh and
that's the bizness hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin it that
Like the
Chicago streets
Verse One: Dove
I speak divine of God theories, no need
to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
Play the
greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uhh)
the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
Of course it's much greater than your
Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much
too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid
the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call
me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
I'm fazin those who're
supposed to have the last laughter
Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in
the after
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us
with those champaign sippin money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice
from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even
move
Chorus:
Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't
another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the
G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
And I'm
the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna
win
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a
drink...
Verse Two: Common
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna
serve
Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it
Fabricated acryllic,
I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show get Extra P's like the Large
Professor
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
refa-ree
in soul control of my
desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five
Whip
ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers
take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his
bitch-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Not a
hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner
I Used To Love
H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!)
At one point in rhyme I thought I
lost my erection
But then I got it back with the Resurrection,
blessings
upon rhymes old man who called him traitor
Big Com Stradamus
niggaz styles I predict
Chorus:
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit
and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O,
the-V-to-the-E
And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm
the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet earth making money having
fun
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
Walk around the
planet earth making money having fun
Verse Three: Pos
I'm the most from
the coast of the East, then flee
Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the
New York peeve
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
Certified, as
superior, MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for,
wack MC's to even step inside the door
Cause these kids is rhyming,
sometiming
And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
the
lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like
black death rates
Over music plates, being played as the rule
Kids
thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools
who claims to drop
jewels but for now you do the catching
I don't worry on what crew you run,
or what section of earth
you reside, you're not even a man
So I don't
seem it mandatory taking your pride
But I will, cause my man said Soul for
the life
You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it
right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leaves the
currency in temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to
this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you
shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm
from
Chorus:
Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
Walk around the
planet earth making money having fun
Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O,
double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm
the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these
delicacies
See can't another brother cook these delicacies
See can't
another brother cook these delicacies
Outro: Common
Ahh that's how,
that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh
Like triple it, alright
That's
how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of
freestyler flow
Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no
more
Hah
Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the
LP*
To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop
To my man Enola, yo he's
nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo
she's nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop
And to that nigga
Pop Life, yo he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he
nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop
And to my man Joe
Buck, you know he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop
And my man
Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's
nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop
And my peoples
Beatminerz, man they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're
nonstop
And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And to, my dean The Green, yo
you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop
And to that man
Kid Capri yo you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop
And
don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop
Extra Verse: *sampled from
"Down Syndrome"*
Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em
son)
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder why
back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June
you didn't catch it til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner
city
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
more
money than a pagan holiday
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to
say