Think you’ve had enough-
Stop talking, help us get ready
Think you’ve had enough-
Big business, after the shakeup
Think you’ve had enough-
Stop talking, help us get ready
And you think you’ve had enough
Big business, after the shakeup
Get ready get ready
Stop talking, help us get ready
Stop
{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Kid frost
This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can’t take no for a answer
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 shit 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
[ chorus ]
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
{frost}
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
Fuck 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 fuckin bad bitches
[ chorus ]
{jayo felony}
I don’t give a fuck about not one of y’all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it’s real clear i’m gunnin y’all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck 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 shit that get up in my fabric
I’m into bitches and beamers and my chips
And i’m keepin four eyes on em schemers when i dip, bitch
[ chorus ]
(lord infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot,
Fresh out the box,
The crowd so live,
They comin’ in flocks
(all)
Cuz, it’s big business, it big business bitch
It’s big business, it big business bitch (x2)
(lord infamous)
As i cut, guts poor
Blood washes from the shore
To da sand, as a thousand veins,
Center through my hand,
Can i whip, stand a man
From the underland of pain
As his brains, hit the grains
And i bury the remains, from my face
Pissin through a bitches ???,
Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas
Triple six murderers
Now leave it enough, whenever you come
They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood
And these niggas could to be these infamous could
And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugs, get done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It’s the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scope, and not the kind that kills bad
Breath
I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health
Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up
Tear da club up thugs
On ya spot, put’m up
(repeat chorus 2x)
(d. j. paul)
I kill, kill, kill
I murder, murder, murder
Hater’s in my face,
Watch a nigga hurta
40, 40, cal,
I pull out my back pocket
I grab you by your neck,
I pull it out a socket
Range, range, range,
Rover, rover, rover,
Blow this fuckin’ task
Police pull me over
But i blast on these hoes
Cause i’m too fuckin dangerous
Prophet the posse,
I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
Killin all you nigga’s is a easy task
You fools that last,
I bullet proof a mazz on dat ass, i dash
To yo muthafuckin crib,
Soon as i find out where you live
Flashlights see yo face
Mario a murder case
Roamin through the muthafuckin black haven area
Prophet is my posse, i doubt you see something scarer
Plenty talk shit, but they ain’t nothing but
Characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(repeat chorus 2x)
(juicy j)
First i wanna grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take a nigga blow, and his cheese, and dem cigarettes
Put the gun up to his nose
Tie him up from head to toe
Strap his body in a bag
Throw him in a fire
Call my nigga’s dee and blue
Project pat, ya’ll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this muthafucker runnin’
Shit
If you want to playa hate the click,
Then your done with
Know’n we ain’t going bitch
Makin’ fakers dig a ditch
Scare familys in the night
Make’m pull the panic switch
Comin like titanic trick
Holycaust wit a grip
Crazyndalazdaz i’m bout to have a fuckin fit
Hold me back don’t let me go
I’m high as hell and on the road
Nigga i break off in ya house,
And boot yo baby wit a pole
Lunatic superstitious, on the corner like i’m pimpin
If i see ya on the block, i’m fuckin,
Fuckin wit the quickness
(lord infamous)
You got the thugs on ya spot
