Handle Ur Bizness - M.O.P.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Billy Danze: Handle your business

Can’t get your grip

M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!

Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled

Grip your steel

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Billy Danze: Handle your business

Can’t get your grip

M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!

Lil' Fame: Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled

Back out your steel

Rah*echoes*

What the rawdog feelin'?

An author like, Terry McMillan

The cat that, maniac

My fam dark as death in less than a minute

(The world stop spinnin')

The Rapid FIRING SQUAD

Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)

Loud wires and bombs, firing arms

Look, we all for it

It’s the dutch burning herbalice

Gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out

Kept it real ever since the first jam came out

FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out

Sheisty individuals, tryin' to wipe my name out

But they don’t fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out

And try to mark 'em off when the gunshots ring out

And in the myst of black, kid I’mma try to wipe they name out

And keep on dubbin' til' I break a fucking spring out

You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)

WHO THAT?

The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)

I’m hopin' that your focused on the side

'Cause frontin' on me and my, mad niggas die

Is this Hip Hop?

Hell no, this is war

I’ve been trying to tell you that since?

rocked some hardcore

You don’t listen.

See, gee

I’m on a mission.

Look, be

They gonna find your ass missing

Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained

A strange, but a strong game

(That can’t change!)

The real ghetto bad shit for blastin', subtractin'

Those that ain’t matchin' my fashion I’m mashin'

(Retality's real) Fatality’s ill

When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal

(Clap, clap) Get your gat

(Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back

FACE MINE 'Cause I’m here

Dog it’s all clear

Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare

Then the wanna doubt The Kid

Who analyze this whole fucking shit?

Trying to make somethin' out of it

Explode quicker than landmines

M.O.P.

tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides

Bump this in your Lex coupe

Or your Lex hoop

Danze, finish 'em, twenty-one gun salute

(The Crew)

How many niggas runnin' with me?

*pause* (this few)

A hundred niggas gunnin' with me *pause* (to shoot)

Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy

At point-blank range, deliverin' the penalty

AIN’T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS

Slangin' out hollow slugs

(Nigga), anti-love keepin' it real (Thug, let 'em slide today)

I’m known best for leavin' 'em stretchin' like Doc Holliday

Salute!