Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Serv-On - Handle Your Business

[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I`m tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain`t never had a damn thing ya know what I`m sayin?
It`s time I let my nuts hang man
Fuck this, I`m tired of being broke

Coming up I never had a damn thing
I never knew my pops cause they put his little ass in a sling
Just came up peepin hustlers at the local spot
Bangin away, cuttin straight workin fuckin shop
The year was `83
Never knew what it was to be a G
17 years in the hood
But I`m still wishin that I could bring noise like the big boys
But I`m still tagging along with my Tonka toys
Why my cousin`s on the corner slangin twenty parts
Tryin to watch his back so he won`t come up short
But if he keeps dippin on the side
With a slide he`s gonna take a long long ride
But as time passed I peeped game
Rose from a boy to a man, made my snaps, made a change
My cousin came up short
I`m sorry, two shots to the heart
I did, business never personal, I`m with it

[King George]
Job well done Mr. Serv-On.
Here`s your envelope man.
[Mr. Serv-On]
Yeah, you know what I`m sayin?
It ain`t no thang, I`m all about that drama.
Straight up about makin that money ya know what I`m sayin?
It ain`t no problems, me and my boy we handle that ya know?
I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know?
[King George]
Yeah, you got No Limit records straight up behind you.
[Mr. Serv-On]
Yeah, good checkin out.
It`s all good.

Chorus
Handle your business, don`t let your business handle you x8

Steady creepin, old folks peepin
It`s cold in the chest, pass the heart smokin cess
Jackers peep the game I got nuts for the same
I wanna kick the crib, start a new life
But mama`s home alone, it`s been twenty years since she`s been my daddy`s wife
But my time has come, pack my bags missin only one
I gotta get the job done, but I`m still my mama`s son
I pack the bible like the good desciple
Cause I know I`m gonna do some dirt
Some fools come up short with the money so it`s time I put in work
I kick the door, he`s beggin for forgiveness
I`m peepin for a witness
Two shots rang out
Tears from his eyes to his mouth
I tied a note to his throat, no last words spoke
He died on his blood as he choke
(Sounds of dat nigga chokin) I`m feelin bad, but the pay is good lo

Chorus x8

I`m takin the time to think about the things I did
I wanna ask the Lord for forgiveness if I live
I know my days are numbered in this life
I wanna learn to like the ones I never learned to like
My mama said I need to take confession
To learn the lesson I took confession
But I`m still bringin terror with this bloody session
But the more I make the more my heart can take
I`m tryin to shake this fear but I can`t wait
Murder was the case that made my heart race
I need to break a sweat, I hit my gym set
Pumpin Master P until my clothes get wet
Uh, as I make my move to my next set
Shots rang out I`m takin two to the neck
I fall to the floor, grab for my strap and reach for the door
So I can see who had the nuts to send me up
I took my last smile and let my eyes shut

Chorus x8

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Serv-On - Handle Your Business [Mr. Serv-On] Fuck this shit man I`m tired of being broke Fuck this, I ain`t never had a damn thing ya know what I`m sayin? It`s time I let my nuts hang man Fuck this, I`m tired of being broke Coming up I never had a damn thing I never knew my pops cause they put his little ass in a sling Just came up peepin hustlers at the local spot Bangin away, cuttin straight workin fuckin shop The year was `83 Never knew what it was to be a G 17 years in the hood But I`m still wishin that I could bring noise like the big boys But I`m still tagging along with my Tonka toys Why my cousin`s on the corner slangin twenty parts Tryin to watch his back so he won`t come up short But if he keeps dippin on the side With a slide he`s gonna take a long long ride But as time passed I peeped game Rose from a boy to a man, made my snaps, made a change My cousin came up short I`m sorry, two shots to the heart I did, business never personal, I`m with it [King George] Job well done Mr. Serv-On. Here`s your envelope man. [Mr. Serv-On] Yeah, you know what I`m sayin? It ain`t no thang, I`m all about that drama. Straight up about makin that money ya know what I`m sayin? It ain`t no problems, me and my boy we handle that ya know? I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know? [King George] Yeah, you got No Limit records straight up behind you. [Mr. Serv-On] Yeah, good checkin out. It`s all good. Chorus Handle your business, don`t let your business handle you x8 Steady creepin, old folks peepin It`s cold in the chest, pass the heart smokin cess Jackers peep the game I got nuts for the same I wanna kick the crib, start a new life But mama`s home alone, it`s been twenty years since she`s been my daddy`s wife But my time has come, pack my bags missin only one I gotta get the job done, but I`m still my mama`s son I pack the bible like the good desciple Cause I know I`m gonna do some dirt Some fools come up short with the money so it`s time I put in work I kick the door, he`s beggin for forgiveness I`m peepin for a witness Two shots rang out Tears from his eyes to his mouth I tied a note to his throat, no last words spoke He died on his blood as he choke (Sounds of dat nigga chokin) I`m feelin bad, but the pay is good lo Chorus x8 I`m takin the time to think about the things I did I wanna ask the Lord for forgiveness if I live I know my days are numbered in this life I wanna learn to like the ones I never learned to like My mama said I need to take confession To learn the lesson I took confession But I`m still bringin terror with this bloody session But the more I make the more my heart can take I`m tryin to shake this fear but I can`t wait Murder was the case that made my heart race I need to break a sweat, I hit my gym set Pumpin Master P until my clothes get wet Uh, as I make my move to my next set Shots rang out I`m takin two to the neck I fall to the floor, grab for my strap and reach for the door So I can see who had the nuts to send me up I took my last smile and let my eyes shut Chorus x8 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Handle Your Business: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14183.html Все тексты песен: Mr. Serv-On » Mr. Serv-On - Calm Down Na » Mr. Serv-On - From N.Y. to N.O. » Mr. Serv-On - Hit the Block » Mr. Serv-On - I Hate the Way I Live » Mr. Serv-On - War Is Me » Mr. Serv-On - Freaky Dreams » Mr. Serv-On - It`s Real » Mr. Serv-On - Time to Check My Fetty » Mr. Serv-On - Hustlin` » Mr. Serv-On - Foolish soundtrack » Mr. Serv-On - Straight Outta N.O. » Mr. Serv-On - Cemetery Made » Mr. Serv-On - Boot `Em Up » Mr. Serv-On - Snatch Them Hoez Up » Mr. Serv-On - We Got It » Mr. Serv-On - Handle Your Business » Mr. Serv-On - Watching Me » Mr. Serv-On - Die Rich » Mr. Serv-On - Let`s Get It Started » Mr. Serv-On - Heaven Is So Close Рекомендуем скачать: » Nina Simone - You Can Have Him » Next - That`s My Word » no disrespection - hated no more shit \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Neil Young - Expecting To Fly » Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Nobody`s Baby Now » Neil Young - When Your Lonely Heart Breaks » Nazareth - Crazy » Notorious B.I.G. f The Madd Rapper - Kick in the Door » Necro f Ill Bill, Kid Joe, Uncle Howie - Y`all Don`t Wanna » Nina Simone - In the Morning » Not Sure Yet - Tamie`s Song » Norma Jean - Throw Your Hat In First » Nirvana - breed2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » No Doubt - World Go round » Nelson - Shook Up » Neil Young - White Line » Neil Young - Can`t Believe Your Lyin` » Neil Diamond - Only You » nelson ricky - hello mary lou \| guitar chord и Mp3 » New Edition - Ooh Baby
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