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just business - m.wade lyrics

[verse 1]
i spit that murder sh-t
i know the feds have heard of it
they don’t want war that’s why they play the game conservative
i’m coming with some crazy blitz
my sole purpose is making hits
art of war i paint this murder one you can’t see the sh-t
f-ck who said so n-gga i’m as cold as fresno
in states i bring debates about my empire making me great
helping me lay low, only speak that dinero
i bring them red beams to your eyes boy kano
just recycle my bars you ain’t changing it
these trash n-ggas getting signed call it waste management
actions for transactions yeah this may take a bit
have you n-ggas feeling blood like you hate the crips
oh this is stupid right? think that you make music right?
claim you got some heart but you can’t ever find cupid right?
i’m burning like some candle light
incidents like scandal fights
and these bars you can’t handle tight
i’mma save the game i never cared about the fame
i just wonder why these cashiers wanna make change
to this thing we call hip hop
i never heard a clip drop, n-ggas lie in they raps
and you still think the sh-t’s hot
that’s why i’m coming for you and your crew
i can’t get descriptive about what i’mma do
but i’mma k!ll you lame n-gga
your race car wasn’t built for this lane n-gga
you must be insane n-gga
you said you a don, but you flowing a pond
i flow deep like atlantis everytime that i rhyme
you need gang affiliation, stay throwing up signs
but would never do what you say you spit hypocritical lines
you ain’t sh-t; and your whole life’s irrelevant
claim you got some ice? we all know its embezzlement
tryna settle sh-t? i’ll show you what h-ll really is
cater to the devil’s every need like some waitresses
arithmetic, counting heads is the method
place a bounty on you n-gga like the saints make sure you take this hit
i end careers, stay shining like some chandeliers
think that you can rap now n-gga? you are not my peer
don’t confuse it, now i’m really about to lose it
these bars are ammunition contemplating if i should use em
they cut your body up and feed you to the fishes
these conditions is traditions if you with it
but you the hard type
the one with heart right?
low on dough? cause my bills are tall as bill cartwright
i see you like a blog site
you ain’t never heard of me?
try me and bring mike vick to a dog fight

- m wade lyrics

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