50 Cent, HAYES - Business Mind lyrics

While rubbing elbows in the
Hills of high society
I look back on my life and
Realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit sense of
Pride inside of me
On a rise to fly car hating on varieties

Look, I don’t need no
Bitch niggas surrounding me
Get caught, you better stick to
The codes that you provided, b
If you don't plead the 5th you
Get your whole shit split
So called kingpins get real money to snitch

I know it sound hard to believe this bullshit
But sometimes you need money to
See who you cool with
See niggas hustle hard and cop
Them a few whips
They end up popping niggas they
Used to be cool with

I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
Furs, suede, my car’s the core
Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys
And show em a bunch of
Shit they never seen before

I got a business mind that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind
You can’t stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guiness book grind
I got a business mind
And I pop my 9, fuck around find out in time

I got a short fuse so if
By some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and
Your life gets destroyed
Got niggas that'll do the shit
Just cause they bored
Man I ain’t even gotta tell niggas what for

You think you cool but I
Swat your type of fly
Yeah you crossed your T's but
You forgot your I's
That’s why I out-charisma ya
I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success
I catch the interest of

Corporate America gangstas we got
Em tearing up we only want the money
No reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America’s an oven
You got to break bread for us

Go hard or die soft is what was said to us
So if it’s gunplay you gon
Get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinking they one
Step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let em
Know that I’m aware of it

We keep accountants to count, I
Got lawyers to share, kid
Babes to clean up my mess
Go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what’s ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought
All I could say is I'm a

Street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
Fur or suede, my car’s the core
Nigga I’ve been a boss I employed my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more