Testo All Business - Vdon feat. Avenue, Eto & Willie The Kid
Testo della canzone All Business (Vdon feat. Avenue, Eto & Willie The Kid), tratta dall'album The Bone Collector
Yo, and V-don got my stock rising
Said he had a problem with Don, so we hogtied him
You ain't gotta question the squad, nigga we all riders
Said he had five trap spots, we hit all five of 'em
I'm back buzzin' and the city love it
I'm tryna do it how Diddy does it
Women love me, I ain't thinkin' of it
Oh they related? Now they kissin' cousins
Ayo, survival of the fittest, I'm the flyest in the littest
Tryna get it so a nigga still divin' in the kitchen
Tryna find a fryer and a mixer
You lames think it's all fun and games 'til we divin' in your sister
I'm in barbershop discussions and I'm leadin' the talk
Bridge the gap between the Bean and New York
Trust this ain't what you want
I took some losses but I ain't takin' shorts
Ayo, I'm more than just a rap nigga
This authentic, if you see me 'round rap niggas it's all business
This type of lingo is to never be understanded
By you niggas that be pitchin' but underhanded
My niggas stay low from the feddies and duck the cameras
Shave the hair off they fingers so nothin' get stuck on hammers
You can sneak diss if you want, if you takin' your life for granted
Don't let the fake Cubans and Xanax just hype your mans up
I came back goin' ape shit, verses bananas
Eat what you kill, beats come with a will
I done seen shit that don't seem fair
They told me they don't come true, so we don't dream here
Now our hearts cold, like when a nigga stick his foot out the sheets
Vito died in my teeth, so he livin' through me
In '95 said it's go time, nigga no lettin' up
Shit, the odds is in your favor if you bet on us
A couple million on the way in a Brinks truck
And when you think of down the way, who you think of?
This year, I'm really claimin' my spot
It's new if you never knew, for those who must've forgot
Shit, we here
You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry
See if you can get yourself untied
Ayo, niggas pay homage or collateral ransoms
DA throwin' murder capital tantrums
Trump goin' crazy 'bout the national anthem
Meanwhile Puerto Rico can't wait 'til the cans come
Shawn, politic ditto
Feelin' like Malcolm starin' out of this window
I got a fiend with a dream
But all he want is a pop and his Brillo
Yo, he couldn't walk the turfs we ran
That's when dirt began, pop his top with the pillow
For real though, my shooter still sittin' up
Fisticuffs, stomach and ribs didn't touch
Stop waitin' until shit adjust
Adjust shit, don't stand around sittin' ducks, nigga
Yo, yo
Close encounters, Cognac negotiatin'
Counter offers, shrewd business, the corner office
My crew came from the corner, all we know is profit
Handgun in my pocket, politickin' topics
The black Michael Dukakis, do a buck on Ducatis
Residential, duckin' cops, kamikaze
I'm too modest, I'm cocky, rock Le Coq Sportif
Black G, sports package, relax in the suite
Sweet dreams, never nightmares, I stare at the beach
I'm makin' love, drink mad water, get enough sleep
I'm gettin' paid in my sleep, you niggas fake grindin'
My steak knife cut the lamb shank, I went bondin'
I'm buyin' property, see returns, I'm gettin' turnt
Cuban cigars get burnt, equestrian on my shirt
Kick a nigga down the stairs, now you eatin' sherbet
Yeah, hospital gown, could've got murdered
TCP
And you know, the worst of the two is the spiritual
It's all business
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Alvin Olavarria, Willie L. Buckley, Avenue
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