Project Pat - You Know the Biss lyrics

Mane, a nigga smoked out on that light-light
Mane, I need to put some
Pimpin' in this thang, some pimpin'

Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness

Still a mack, still a thug
Still a mane showin' love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators, feel these slugs
In ya back, ratta tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In the hood havin' fun
Sippin' on Paul Masson
Give me some, show me love
Like the man up above
Watch me rise to the top
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug, niggas lookin'
And a henn from a smile
But inside, blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the clique, wit' the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on, grab the steel
On the real, hoes run they mouth
And get pimp smacked automatic gat
Get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight, trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol play
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you
Haters wit' them problems
Step up to the Patsta boy, I'ma solve 'em

Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness

All in my face and he
Knowin' he don't like me
Probably wanna shoot me maybe wanna fight me
Suck me, paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
Lovin' me the most 'cause I let
Her do the clique too
Prophet Posse, all these hoes never frontin'
Mane, they off that ezay
Gobblin' up somethin' dick in ya mouth
Slow it down wit' that rough stuff
Fine vicious cat
Toes curlin' like a cheese puff
Cheese first, cap blast aC blows in the tent
(Tell these girls whats goin' on)
Nothing, ho, but the rent
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the fuck out my face
'Fore I shoot you in ya face
Murder rate shall increase
Mother-fuck the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass, then ya ass be deceased
Never peace where I live
Known for the cross-out first haters step
First haters get tossed out

Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness

What's the business? What's the business?
For the nine nine, North Memphis
(Memphis, Tennessee)
Smokin' on that light-light
What y'all know about that?
Probably don't even wanna
Hit this motherfucka
Once again, get as high as you can
Whatever you wanna do