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plug bidness - bmac the queen lyrics

[hook : b mac]
plug bidness, plug bidness, plug bidness, plug bidness
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga mind your f-ckin’ bidness
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with you
plug bidness, plug bidness, plug bidness, plug bidness
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga mind your f-ckin’ bidness
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with you

[verse 1 : b mac]
let met explain who i am tho
real one shot call a hundred [?]
n-gga wanna play call him banjo
and leave the body in a box like a bando
[?]
queen sh-t i been flexin’ in that bathrobe
[?]
i’m rollin’ with the bow boys but [?]
every n-gga ’round me his a cut throat
cut your b-tch off and keep a blunt roll
when it come to money i’m about mine
feelin’ like diddy really i did it without shine
so what you sayin’
that plug biz i’m on it and i don’t talk much
cause everybody got recorders
i’m pluged up in the game and i don’t watch them lames
get the [?], get it right don’t come discording
i got everything you know the..

[hook] x2

[verse 2 : b mac]
look
let me explain why i go hard
from la to ie reppin’ both yards
i just get excited pull a [?] cars
fly as f-ck think i [?] dope charge
ex’s say they miss me send out post cards
i be acting like i don’t who them hoes are
like a blow around my city like a street light
and they love me, i know what the streets like
motivated strictly by the cash flow
i might hear a hit-boy at the [?]
and i don’t think they heard us from the last blow
we the plug ! we the plug ! call me [?]
so what you sayin’ ? this is confidential talkin’
i ain’t talkin’ back if it ain’t ’bout the dollar imma walk
i chip the deuce to my troops [?]
i you know none about it keep your mouth closed
it’s ..

[hook] x2

[verse 3 : price]
first off
look me in the eyes when you talk to me
and don’t talk to me if you’re talkin’ free
stupid ! cause me no understand
every beat get [?] i’m gettin’ in no on the jam
heashot bouyaka !
ain’t no enough enemies in the world that can move the squad
who the plug ? f-ck that i’m finna start screamin’ who the mob
hit-boy send ’em hitmans, ain’t no questions
who gon’ do the job? a lot of n-ggas
make it tres, (make it tres, make it tres)
and stop yapping, b-tch !
come do it, i gettin’ check (get it, get it)
hit the set, dices game a n-gga come through it
finna drop my own cologne and imma call it stank smoke
got a lot of homies breaking laws but they ain’t broke
light skin girl takin’ all like she can’t [?]
shoebox money why i need to hit the bank for
plug bidness !

- bmac the queen lyrics

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