Letras:
Business The We Ll Take Em On

reckon on our call We'll take 'em on We're coming back they got it wrong We're coming back we shall be strong And now they reckon that we'll spoil their

ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps that take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em

but the dime split it clean And we made a few dreams his cousin gave us new dreams I use to bag em so skimp that we sold em for tha green Hey my niggas

jump'll find hisself gettin swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer

jump'll find hisself gettin swept off his feet by the pump I put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer

Don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on Throw ya hands (throw ya hands up) Get em up Come on We don't need no gat We don't have to go out like

take all that, One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back, See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long, And the trigger on the fo

'em up from sleepin' I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind we two steps ahead of the competition we leave 'em

Bone Thug niggaz never beat, we told 'em Guess they thinkin niggaz was weak but we showed 'em We on top it ain't no stoppin us, the suckas wishin we would