to riches (bang!) I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) Whatta, bout my
different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. Bout My Business (feat. Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Young Merc).
Übersetzung: Ja Rule. Bout My Business.
hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always prepared for war, See my life's like some
bout this coke, uh-huh Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain't forget you niggaz My triple beam
Rule's ass! [H - laughs] [Vesre 1] [Swift] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencil
don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen
3: Ja Rule] Lookie here my little nigga, lemme talk to you for a minute, lemme tell you bout this business and these cats who?s in it. ?Bout these fake
I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my president
my life and Haters wanna try and take my life and (ha, Benzino) God... [Hook] Niggas wanna try and live my life and Haters wanna try and take my life
, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying 'bout My speech is the reason my race is dying out So I pray to God
(It's the TGT remix) [Repeat] [Verse 1:] [Tank:] Ty I'm tripping cuz I'm bout to lose my shawty, (Say word) Another nigga's bout to get up on my shawty
jumped from the roof Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin' major My adversaries is lookin' worried They paranoid of gettin' buried One of us gon' see the cemetary My
rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe I have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar