big business lyrics – xzibit

{xzibit}
mi casa es su casa
mi raza es su raza

yeah
yeah
yeah

kid frost

this is big business, understand me?
yeah, you can’t take no for a answer

welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
you’re walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
we’re playin catch with a hand grenade
cause what you f*ggot n*gg*s caught
spread you all over the asphalt
walk the walk, talk to n*body
spark the chrome shotie
whenever they run up on your home, gotti
gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
xzibit get your whole sh*t crowded
and packed to capacity
you actually had the audacity
to want some problems with the x man
lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
learn one of life’s hard lessons
you can’t negotiate with a weapon
when it’s fully loaded and c*cked
hollow points shot
next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
i took you off, so accept the loss
crack open some olde english that’s covered with frost
and it’s like that

[ chorus ]
can you feel it, nothing can save ya
for this is the season for stackin the papers

chasin my chips till my last days
hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
i’m in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
please understand automatically
one squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
casually f*cked around and got your whole family mad at me
my strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
frost will kick your head off slow, you ain’t as bad as me
50/50 – half gangster, half hustler
one side’s about my business, and the other side’s a m*th*f*cka
so when i creep, i crawl, i’m like swiss-made
f*ck are you, b*tch-made, i slice you with my switchblade
razor, got the h-k with the laser
slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
i shot straight at merino
thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
i been a player before i had riches
and now i’m eatin steak and crab and f*ckin bad b*tches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
i don’t give a f*ck about not one of y’all
disrespect this here, n*gg*, it’s real clear i’m gunnin y’all
when night falls, nah f*ck, night flies a kite
i take flight like delta, n*gg*, helter skelter
who the f*ck could you call to help ya
n*gg*, good health couldn’t help ya
put the ‘s’ in spit, bust your tightest sh*t, never felt ya
could you picture yourself in the same room when i let these off
two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
but before you do it, i take the heater and shoot both your knees off
let him suffer, can’t get enough of, i’m rougher
go get my ammunitions and paper, n*gg*, cause it’s a habit
let off on ya in a 600, or let’s call em rabbit
is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
static, what’s that? that sh*t that get up in my fabric
i’m into b*tches and beamers and my chips
and i’m keepin four eyes on em schemers when i dip, b*tch

[ chorus ]

/ xzibit lyrics