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

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