Go Go Been banned from a club in Soho Been banned From Red Lion Square Been banned from every where No one likes us No one likes We're the Business and
Übersetzung: Das Business. No One Likes Us.
niggas thats bout drama, well lets get funky Slip I duct tape your momma, my dogs are donkeys We bout are business, so you better act like you know Play possum, so its a must we play you like
#2:] Sounds like a live one, he wants 10 of us. Big spender too, and there's 100 bucks a piece in it for us. [Whore #1:] 100? Sounds like a long night
rose in three days The Ancient of Days crushed Him like a can under weight To provide an escape route so that men could be saved The sin that we crave left us
didn't soak game Got his wig split like dem shutters on the airplane Never will change niggaz wit' no name no shame Might open ya head foe mess broke change I stay posted like
t kill nuttin Now you gotta face the (??) heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone (?) with the left of us, best of us Plus we wake up with our tec on us
} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say they ready
, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One
: [2Pac] Yeah Pour out a little liquor for your homies nigga This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie (Light up a fat one for this one) How you come
went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us
like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to
For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw (yeah) A lil' like a pimp, I'm your pusher man She could make us both rich nigga, yes she can You want
s a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head
love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One
: Cho! (laugh) Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose God knows, turn wi loose now Sing along, a little song An guh a ting like Chorus: Freedom, for some I
This government business is straight up sadistic Now you don't fight for us But expect us to die for you You have no sympathy for us But still i cry
