Three 6 Mafia - Big Bizness lyrics
[Three 6 Mafia - Big Bizness lyrics]
Lemme gon' roast this fool
I'm breaking the law on
This bitch ass, broke ass
Nigga that's talkin' this bullshit
Run across these hundred shots
Trick, I'mma leave you wet
Thank you for your tapes I sold
Thanks for buying my Ox and Vogues
You're welcome to this bullet ho
I owe you somethin'? You smoking that dope
Triple Six don't love your ass
You'll never know who was under the mask
From when I blast, point at your back
Once it's full I spit on yo ass
Buckin' em down, runnin', ya cocksucker, will not save you
Free rappin', money lackin', while I'm stackin' (fuck you)
DJ Paul killa man
Big boy thangs when I aim
G.B. broke mane
Triple Six havin' thangs
Smoke of a killa to shield the [?]
You know it's down, I show you no love
None forgivin' him, none of the above
Lucifer telling me "tear the club up"
Murderer, servin' a nigga that's known as [?]
I heard he tried to diss you, Paul
I cocked my Glock and said "What?"
You got more miles on your feet than I got on my Chevy
You slippin up, probably beggin' for them paybacks, man, you slow down
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
(Yeah yeah yeah mane fuck that shit man screw that shit for all my niggas in Texas mane know what I'm saying)
(Know what I'm saying we finna get higher than a motherfucker in this bitch mane)
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa
I'm breaking the law on
This bitch ass, broke ass
Nigga that's talkin' this bullshit
Run across these hundred shots
Trick, I'mma leave you wet
Thank you for your tapes I sold
Thanks for buying my Ox and Vogues
You're welcome to this bullet ho
I owe you somethin'? You smoking that dope
Triple Six don't love your ass
You'll never know who was under the mask
From when I blast, point at your back
Once it's full I spit on yo ass
Buckin' em down, runnin', ya cocksucker, will not save you
Free rappin', money lackin', while I'm stackin' (fuck you)
DJ Paul killa man
Big boy thangs when I aim
G.B. broke mane
Triple Six havin' thangs
Smoke of a killa to shield the [?]
You know it's down, I show you no love
None forgivin' him, none of the above
Lucifer telling me "tear the club up"
Murderer, servin' a nigga that's known as [?]
I heard he tried to diss you, Paul
I cocked my Glock and said "What?"
You got more miles on your feet than I got on my Chevy
You slippin up, probably beggin' for them paybacks, man, you slow down
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
It's big bizness, it's big bizness, bitch
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
(Yeah yeah yeah mane fuck that shit man screw that shit for all my niggas in Texas mane know what I'm saying)
(Know what I'm saying we finna get higher than a motherfucker in this bitch mane)
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa