Yasiin Bey - Grown Man Business lyrics

[Yasiin Bey - Grown Man Business lyrics]

Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing
The whole Dutchman
Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle
Throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing
Lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch and taste they hunger
Next in line to rep these
Street signs to they blunder
Under, wiping tears from his
Eyes facing the felony
These niggas wanna be pistol
Pete without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death
Don't let my boy live to retrace my steps
Minne, stay safe, move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch
From they face with it
Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly
Sex money and boss my ties to hear me see me
True villain face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street
Came back and made up for
That with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold
Get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need
To get away with it son, stop over here
You looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like y'all
Call this the drug game
Grand child hosing sims
Put the heroin in Queens
Put pops freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor
Cover the smell of the raw
Chest moves like bars scale
My connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded
The Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one accord
Boss makes decision, paper wins awards
See me, hear me
Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206
Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant
Son, you know what it is
From the moment that you come over the bridge
And if you don't ride with me
I'm gonna show you some shit
I'ma show you where my niggas
Stay sure on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain
And the poetry is
Ghetto young's spend a lot of
Time alone in the crib
BET on the screen, walls and posters of big
Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6
Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
But when you hear head crack
There ain't no rolling again
Snatch the dice and everything you
Want is going it in
This how it happens, good people, bad habit's
Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics
Searching for the truth leaping
Through the holy tablet
The bible, the Quran
Or the Ten crack Commandments
Speak on it God, what's today's mathematics
The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average
The price of beer, cigarettes, bread
Milk and pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
The streets keep calling it's hard not answer
And on my Government, my attribute, my all
So it's only natural I
Holla black and respond
Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down

That's what it is all day
That's what is niggas official, official
That's how it is niggas bX, Bk live all day
Get with it grown man business

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