B-Eazy: Da' Businessman - B-Eazy, Tisha

What can’t I tell you that you niggas don’t know already?

Get ya doe, stack your paper like confetti

And get it fast, the game’s known to be shady

Jealous cats will hit you blindside

If your mind ain’t right!

Right?

That’s why I keep the nine right here!

Steer clear of player haters, snakes, fakes or queers

I mean niggas that seem funny

Give you pounds, wanna be down

When they see you round money

Funny thing is, can’t get none from me

Like a broke ATM: ain’t touching my money!

Dummy, what part of the game is that?

You gotta stack, if fact that part of the game you lack!

Well maybe that’s the reason why your game’s flat

Sit back, while I help you get your thang on track

Here’s tha game… brought to you by The Businessman!

Ha ha!

Sing the hook, uh

Eazy, you just don’t know what you’re doing

When you do it to me

Can’t fault, you’re doing your thang

They tried to play you, like they made you

They can’t do it your way

You can’t blame me, it’s tha game!

Look, I really don’t know how they made that pyramid thing

But you dealing with The King of The Pyramid Scheme

I swear I love life, steady living this dream

Nah, I don’t wanna wake up, I’m feeling this thing

Yeah I know I’m Black, but I’m getting this green

And won’t nothing hold B-Eazy back from getting this cream

I’m hyper than Will.I.Am directing this scene

How could somebody from the dirty, dirty shine so clean?

Cuz I remember laughing at budget, like «What's that?»

Till that little cents started making a little sense

And more & more, that change became evident

For evidence, check my bank account: Presidents!

And for that very reason, I set precedents

Whether it’s worked for, given to or its Heaven sent!

So what you telling Brent?

Save it, that’s irrelevant

Unfadeable, I made it through Hell with out a dent!

Eazy, you just don’t know what you’re doing

When you do it to me

Can’t fault, you’re doing your thang

They tried to play you, like they made you

They can’t do it your way

You can’t blame me, it’s tha game!

Peter played the piper, plus he payed Paul

Y’all streaming my CD and got my poster on your wall

All I know is ball, balling up the paper

Paper stand tall, tall as skyscrapers

Looking down, «Hi haters!»

I’m back up off hiatus

I ain’t accepting no favors

Call me Hip Hop’s Savior

Cooking up something major

Cuz the city named me mayor

And I would to, wait… elevator!

And I would like to thank the complete entire nation

To all the real G’s and all the enemies that made us

Into who we are, Superstars, and when I say us

That’s me, myself & I plus the papers

Catch the vapors, nigga!

Eazy, you just don’t know what you’re doing

When you do it to me

Can’t fault, you’re doing your thang

They tried to play you, like they made you

They can’t do it your way

You can’t blame me, it’s tha game!

Fuck a playerhater, I’m a paperchaser!

Was told to save your paper, baby

It gets greater, later!

But when your shit stalls, prepare for pitfalls

The game got me dog, don’t let it get y’all!

You gotta fall back & be ready to crawl back

But before you fall face flat, play this all back

Soon you’ll learn to knock 'em out the park, baseball bat

If that ain’t game, what you call that?

Real nigga shit!