PMD - Business Is Business lyrics

Niggas was rhymin, man
At this fashion show shit
Knaw I mean, some R&B niggas

What happened to the beats and rhymes?

Word up, son knaw I mean?

"You're makin moves on your own, huh?"

"I got ears, you know? I hear things
You know?"


What about them? What about Gaspar Gomez?
What is he gonna do when
You start movin 2000 ki's"

"Fuck Gaspar Gomez and fuck
The fuckin Diaz brothers! Fuck em all!
I bury those cockaroaches!"

"What they ever do for us?"

Don't kick jokes
Cause this ain't the right time
Disrespect, you regret it for your lifetime
Fuckin with P
Only thing you got to do is shine
Get yours, kid, just chill
Cause I'mma get mine

"Look Frank, time has come we gotta expand
The whole operation"

Yo, business is business follow the whiz kid
Flip the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
Flipping lids, accurate rhymin type this is
You know what this is
I'm strictly biz while you nosebridge
Tryin to mic-block the Mic-Doc
The Funk cyclops
Caught you undone, this is my spot
Change what lock? Aiyo
You bound to catch a speed knot
Runnin with the dreadlock predators
(Das EFX) real hip-hop
Caught in the deathlock, so what up, akh?
Beamin down, star-trekin niggas like Dr spock

"Let's get this straight now:
I never fucked anybody over in my
Life didn't have it comin to you got that?
All I have in this world is
My balls and my word
And I don't break em for nobody
Do you understand?
That piece of shit up there
I never liked him i never trusted him
For all I know he had me set up
And had my friend Angel Fernandez killed
But that's history i'm here, he's not
You wanna go out with me, you say it then
You don't, then you make a move"


The human generator, MC slash eliminator
Irritator, PMD kicks the rhyme data
Blowin up Boondox Records, so check it
Respected, paid mad dues
Now watch me wreck shit
So peep the southpaw, rugged and raw
Didn't see what you thought you saw
Now you're gettin floored
Like the pedal to the metal
I'm hot like a tea kettle
PMD wins the gold medal
No time to lamp, crack a forty, get amped
These niggas wanna test
We get wild like boot camp
In the Garden, fuck the stardom
I beg your pardon catch a bitch slippin
Knock out the whole bottle i'm too rugged
Steppin through drippin with ice nuggets
You can't hang
My per diem's your fuckin album budget
You know my steez, four golds, EPMD
Fuck the break up, I'm gettin mines, G

"Why the fuck would I hurt you?
I brought you in
So we had a few differences, huh?
No big deal i gave you your start
I was the one who believed in you!"

"I stayed loyal to you
I made what I could on the side
But I never turned on you, Frank never!
But you a man who ain't worth his
Word is a cockaroach"