(Tha Bizness, Tha Bizness)
The heresy, the talking, the chatter The gossip and the rumors See to me, it don't matter It's probably at a grocery sto', but not on TV Cause when I get high - I get hungry, so I cook Go get some weed and...open a book Of papers, if I don't have a cigar Hold up, wait - I got some blunts in the car With a fresh box of swishers (I thought you said blunts?) Cigarillos, what's the difference? It's about what you put up in Nigga, look at this spinach! I'm still gettin' throwed (hee-hee!) Trippin' on niggas wearin' these Rumplestilskin clothes Who knows, behind closed do's But nevermind, I'll mind mine
While you're mumbling, I'm crumbling erb Niggas always tripping about something they heard And the subject, you won't love it But there is no way to stop it And ain't no need in plotting Cause that shit will leave you nothing Friends gone and forgotten But there's another option You can just say fuck it! Pull out your dick and tell all them hoes to suck it! Been through it, influenced Dabbled here on different drugs That fucked me up and made me quit My lady bitch, slut, ho, or whatever left me Shit! All of 'em, they never kept me! Marriage swept me off my feet when I was younger But yet, and still at big events They wonder why I brung her For someone to understand the code You can knock three times, you'll see
Yes sir, real early in the morning Until late in the evening And then at night, I just take flight So if you see me flying by high