M.o.p. - Handle Ur Bizness Lyrics

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Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled grip your steel

Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled back out your steel

What the rawdog feelin'? an author like terry mcmillan

The cat that maniac my fam dark as death in less than a minute

(the world stop spinnin')

The rapid firing squad keep on mix fire and loud wires

(hard to kill)

And bombs firing arms look we all for it

It's the dutch burning herbalice gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out

Kept it real ever since the first jam came out

'first family' turned this whole rap game out

Sheisty individuals tryin' to wipe my name out

But they don't fuck around 'cause they know i back that thing out

And try to mark 'em off when the gun shots ring out

And in the myst of black kid i'ma try to wipe they name out

And keep on dubbin' till i break a fucking spring out

Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled grip your steel

Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled back out your steel

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You motherfuckas better raise up

(they already did)

Who that? the '87 stick up kids

(we're back)

I'm hopin' that your focused on the side

'cause frontin' on me and my mad niggaz die

Is this hip hop? hell no this is war

I've been trying to tell you that since [unverified] rocked some hardcore

You don't listen see gee i'm on a mission look be

They gonna find your ass missing

Ever since me and fame came we maintained

A strange but a strong game

(that can't change)

The real ghetto bad shit for blastin' subtractin'

Those that ain't matchin' my fashion i'm mashin'

(retality's real)

Fatality's ill when your stash in my path

Then your stash is a raw deal get your gat

(clap clap bucka bucka bub bub bub bucka bucka)

Blow blow get the fuck back

Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled grip your steel

Handle ur bizness can't get your grip can i get a witness?

Ghetto people your dreams have now been fulfilled back out your steel

Face mine 'cause i'm here dog its' all clear

Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare

Then the wanna doubt the kid who analyze this whole fucking shit?

Trying to make somethin' out of it explode quicker than land mines

M.o.p. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides

Bump this in your lex coupe or your lex hoop

Danze finish 'em twenty-one gun salute

(the crew)

How many niggas runnin' with me? a hundred niggaz gunnin' with me

(this few to shoot)

Firing squad draw blood on the enemy at point-blank range

Deliverin' the penalty ain't nothing but the thugs slangin' out hollow slugs

(nigga)

Anti-love keepin' it real

(thug let 'em slide today)

I'm known best for leavin' 'em stretchin' like doc holliday salute

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