Cuban Link, N.O.R.E, M.O.P., Lord Tariq, Kool G Rap - Men of Business lyrics

Uhyoyothugged out we ain't got love for y'all
Thugged out and I ain't got no love for y'all

Now these funny niggas is actors
They in movies straight characters
Lookin' like "Winnie the poohie"
Who the only rap cat that really sell crack?
Got gunz
Shit that push ya forehead back, yeah!
You fuck my bitch and I'll fuck yours
But yours gave me head, she ain't see my bed
Thats why, I'll never do a song with you
It's like y'all niggas got a thong on you
Whats wrong with you?
And we ain't even gotta have beef
We can drink malt liquour and
Smoke a lil' leaf
Nori'm slick like nunile grease
Cubagerman Luger with the silencer piece
Queens nigga, copped the whole crib, no lease
Ya see 'Pone in the Benz
With the brand new rims
Amg kit, half of y'all niggas is off sick
I suggest don't come to the game
Just forfeit

Niggas know betta than this
A verteran at pedellin' bricks
Caked up but still hungry
Can't settle for shit
Half past eleven in the ghetto is sick
I saw a nigga from the bricks
Sell a rev' in a nic' and where I'm from
It's infested with magicians and tricks
And you ain't shit unless a
Nigga whippin' a six
Gettin' 'em sick with many
Bitches lickin' the dick
Runnin' with niggas and spiks who
Really living this shit
And these young niggas thinkin'
They invented this shit
Because they got a few dollars
And his pendant is slick
Shit I hit the club
Ten g's spend it and split
Nigga had five thou', can't rent him a chick
I ain't rich but the way we livin is it
Venomous lips
Gettin' me chips and gettin' me drips
Enter this shit infinite hit's
Hangin' with Bloods and spittin' with crips
Dump a clip in the click and ended this shit

Yeah y'all motherfuckers gotta stop frontin'
Before I count in
Block back and pop sumthin'
Not for nuthin', y'all rock but not
Enough to lock with us son, i'm hot
Bustin' like a shotgun pump
My squad don't front
Y'all pop shit, we pop the trunk
So what ya want punk? I stomp
Gone from the bronx to Hong Kong
Your lone gone now
Coz y'all got souped up like wantang
I drop bombs and murder beats
Burn 'em to the third degree
Y'all hearda me
The first to preform open mic surgery
Verbally ill, words built to purpously kill
Why y'all herbs still kickin' nursery rhymes
I'm worth a mil'
So what the deal boy? I WritE the
Real and the say what I feel
SO grab ya steel tec', it's
Evil when I play fight, i play for real
I'm from the 'vills where they torch coffins
In front of ya grlls like George Forman
Ain't no talkin' to the law enforcements
We all be flossin' through New York
Walkin' in slow motion four horsemen style
Talk loud and getcha jaw broken

Yo we walk dead in these streets
Stalk with lead in the heat
Guerilla niggas willin' to kill for
The bread and the meat
Niggas starvin' with their ribs showin'
Ready to eat
When shit get hot, fuck the cops
It be feds on the beat
Not the one to give a speech baby
We let metal speak way ahead of the beef
Wet him from his head to his feet
In a pool of red, bloodshed
Spreadin' from a leak
Another fool dead, mug red
Stretched up on the beach
Four hundred thousand, get recruited
General saluted
Infinite guns, spit for the ones
Shit go down and i'ma flip for my duns
Cop a load of bricks in the tonnes
And push a big whip in the slums
The quicker they come
The swifter they plunge
Leave 'em to rot on a dark block
Hollow tip fifth in they lung
Or catch an ear to ear rip and get hung
From just a single slip of the tongue
Bust'em, leave 'em twisted and done

Now let me take you motherfuckers
On a wild ride
Which is worldwide, on the wild side
Homicide side
Where a lot of serial killers have died
I'm one of the few with a will to survive
You
Know this metal fist nigga never choke up
Spit venom in 'em and open 'em up



I will catch your ass five years later
Rite there at ya crib gettin' on the elavator
Creep up on you like I'm kin to Darth Vader
Then unload the fader
Keepin' extra clips for that
One couragous neighbour

Motherfucker see ya later


I bring the beef hard for you
Have y'all shittin' in y'all drawers
I'ma show you motherfuckers the
Meanin' of star wars
Pop sumthin' straight through ya
Grrraam bam bootah!
I don't give a motherfuck who ya are
What the fuck y'all think?
This is Cuban Link, MOP, G Rap, Lord Tariq
NORE end of story, get the fuck off me
I have ya niggas open like you
Drank twenty gallons of Starbucks coffee
This is, from BK to BX, Queens
And I'm uptown body shot, shotty shot
God he shot sixteen slugs!
I could shut one hammer, blow your
Ass out like sixteen candles
Too hard to handle check this
Play large and get one large
Inside of your large intestine
Now ask yourself, what the fuck is this?
MOP, MOB, Men of business, hahaaaaaa!