Xzibit - Big Business Lyrics
{xzibit}Mi casa es su casaMi raza es su razaYeahYeahYeahKid frostThis is big business, understand me?Yeah, you cant take no for a answerWelcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and madeYoure walkin barefoot in a room full of razorbladesWere playin catch with a hand grenadeCause what you faggot niggas caughtSpread you all over the asphaltWalk the walk, talk to nobodySpark the chrome shotieWhenever they run up on your home, gottiGangsta, gangsta, read all about itXzibit get your whole shit crowdedAnd packed to capacityYou actually had the audacityTo want some problems with the x manLift you off your feet with the back of my left handLearn one of lifes hard lessonsYou cant negotiate with a weaponWhen its fully loaded and *****edHollow points shotNext to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to dropI took you off, so accept the lossCrack open some olde english thats covered with frostAnd its like that[ chorus ]Can you feel it, nothing can save yaFor this is the season for stackin the papersChasin my chips till my last daysHit a million dollar lick and split it three ways{frost}Im in pursuit of them hundred dollar big facesWrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcasesPlease understand automaticallyOne squeeze of the trigger cause tragedyCasually *****ed around and got your whole family mad at meMy strategy: subtract enemies mathematicallyFrost will kick your head off slow, you aint as bad as me50/50 - half gangster, half hustlerOne sides about my business, and the other sides a mutha*****aSo when I creep, I crawl, Im like swiss-made***** are you, *****-made, I slice you with my switchbladeRazor, got the h-k with the laserSlid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazerI shot straight at merinoThousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casinoI been a player before I had richesAnd now Im eatin steak and crab and *****in bad *****es[ chorus ]{jayo felony}I dont give a ***** about not one of yallDisrespect this here, nigga, its real clear Im gunnin yallWhen night falls, nah *****, night flies a kiteI take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelterWho the ***** could you call to help yaNigga, good health couldnt help yaPut the s in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt yaCould you picture yourself in the same room when I let these offTwo rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze offBut before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees offLet him suffer, cant get enough of, Im rougherGo get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause its a habitLet off on ya in a 600, or lets call em rabbitIs it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmaticStatic, whats that? that shit that get up in my fabricIm into *****es and beamers and my chipsAnd Im keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, *****[ chorus ]
