Hell Razah - B.B.P. (Business B4 Pleasure) (feat. 7th Ambassador, Bamboo) Lyrics
feat. 7th Ambassador, Bambue[Intro: Hell Razah (Bambue) {7th Ambassador}]B.B.P., in the Bronx, B.B.P. (Yo, uh) {what, what}[7th Ambassador]My commitee of six'll sick in the flipSwitch in the nines, and pull out knivesHit the five boroughs at one timeWe really never like being confinedThat's why we speak about trees in our rhymeThat type of shit, eases our mindIn a everyday struggle, in the jungleHash was a hustle and niggas be bad to touch youIf you don't have the muscle in this modern day, cash or troubleYou heard Biggie's ass rebuttal, the Mo the Money, the Mo the ProblemsMore ways for me to solve 'em, more gats keep revolvin'So what you talkin'?, you ain't doin' nothin' but offerin'My little shorties a coffin, claimin' you a master of a world you lost inDown the mean streets, BX to ComptonWho you crossin', dunn get caught walkin'On the wrong side of the margin, when shit sprayLike somethin' they made for dodgin'It's all big rims, you mean to floss it[Chorus 2.5X: Hell Razah (Bambue)]*****es come, *****es goNever trust a hoBusiness Before Pleasure, cuz they out to get ya dough(Niggas come, niggas go, ***** all ya doughIf I'm a ***** and I'm a hoThen I'mma go and get my own)[Hell Razah]On the block, crack spot watch in front of the copsHe made careers outta corners for his Rolex watchUp in clubs, straight lick-up, past *****es and sonsEvery Sunday at the Tunnel takin' pictures wit thugsShorty lookin' in my face like she fallin' in loveYea, I eat meat, close it 'for the chew in the cut -a