Cappadonna, Crunch, Shyheim - Big Business lyrics

For real, for real
Yo, this is based on a true story
From a Man that lost land

I'm goin' all out, I love trout
Black is what I be about
95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules
I'm crusin' with the angels
Goin' through Parkhill
Let the Gods build and all of that
Graduation hats, bigger stacks
Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream
I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers
I told ya'll before to be easy
Devils attackin' is practice
Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna
Don't even panic
Hold ya'll like the Atlantic
Pillage at your service
Clubs start to get nervous
Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips
Packed with the info, join the revolution
Slang prostitution, even if you boostin'
Play it like you still chill
Homicide hill from the other side
My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired
A Baby that never cried
A family that never died
I see everything from the outside

OTF and The Pillage, we all comin' through
Watch your back nigga
And your girl watch it too
'cause we conduct big business
Raw is how we give this
Live this, thats how we conduct big business
OTF and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga
When we come through
Might have to jump on you
'cause we conduct big business
Raw is how we live this
Give this, thats how we conduct big business

I ride shotgun in Cappa's
Black ML Four Twenty
Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty Thirty
Shotgun, pull it out and show
You what a thug about ya'll niggas is pussy
Thats why ya'll get atein' out
Niggas hate me now 'cause I be so
Jig my AKA oughta be Shawn Carter
My heart bigger than my ego, eho
I put my heart on the line
And hit both free throws
Yeah, build with a parole hole
Guzzle the old Gold with no bag
On the bliddock holdin' the gliddock
You can't fuck with this shit ock
Locks it down like JT
From the mothafuckin' liddot
S is for my Sons
H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one
A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns
B is for the blood, bandanas
And the bidd-uns
C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon
We a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike
I roll with niggas that stay
In jail like Iron Mike
I get hype, and keep it gully
Interrupt commercial shit

God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling
Felt like the Angels were fallin'
But with this God given mic
I restored the faith
My love for the prophets keeps me safe
See, I don't have to worry 'cause
I know God is great
If it wasn't for the Father it
Wouldn't be a Bill Gates
No Bill Clinton, no United States
Peep it, explore my mind like a secret
If the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it
So I give thanks and praise to the almighty
The spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly
Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me
I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate
All-time Cappacino the great
A role model like Treach and Pepa
Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett
The way I think it, my songs speak to you
You better stay focused and the
Beast won't eat you