BZNS

[Intro - Big Shir] Yeah Bars Brothers Yung Korg, Big Shir Better clear the fuckin' room when we in here Haha Bars Brothers Bars Brothers Yo 1337M0B, batters up, crossed your fuckin' chin, fool You bad? We bad, tell 'em 'bout them sins, dude It's Bars Brothers Yeah, yeah It's one thing, two things, I better let 'em know [Chorus - Drake] Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my [Verse - Young Korgy] I’m about my business, (Damn right!) spittin’ is my fuckin’ mission Incision, twits and bitches, sittin’ on typical writtens (Cut 'em up!) Witness the sickness of the biggest of the Dickens And that’s Charles for your mental, send another instrumental I’ma wreck it with the metal, settle any debt with any fella Trippin’ on my squizzad, (1337M0B!) trippin’ off Adderizzall Thinkin’ I ain’t got bars, but I’m drippin’ with the sizzauce I’m a motherfuckin’ boss, I ain’t ‘bout to rhyme Rick Ross (Okay!) Shit, I did, fuck it then, underdog, Huckle Finn If you braggin’ ‘bout a gun and shit, put it to my muzzle then Like you really gonna kill me, bitch, I don’t even wanna live Try’na be myself and stand out from these other rappers, I’m one in ten Don’t wanna be like him and them, try’na kill it like my idols did That’s Tech and Eminem and 'nem, and lots of dudes that’s hella dead You young’uns better show respect and check yourself before you wreck yourself Bitch! [Chorus - Drake] Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my business Nigga, I'm about my [Verse - Big Shir] Yes, I came to spit flames, hot as fuckin’ steam trains Lookin' like I been sane, but damage in my membrane Got me off this dog chain, barkin' like the food came Rockin' like a chair, mane, hawkin' like an airplane Another day, flyin' around, lookin' for prey all on the ground What can I say? You dyin' now, when we playin' all of our sound Shouldn’t’ve came, you cryin' now, as we give you all of the rounds This is a game, we lyin' you down, as we takin' all of the crowns (Okay!) I get it when I’m sick and start dippin' like fried chicken Or like SpongeBob’s pants when them bitches kept on rippin' Batter you like pancake mix, you start drippin' Make you scared like horror films and have your fish straight trippin' Treat it like hockey, you can’t mock me, you’ll be slippin' (Slippin'!) Whole crew is with me, still your shots kept on missin' (Missin'!) We comin' for that spot and know the world wouldn’t miss ‘em (Miss 'em!) We all about our job, ain’t got a thing to do with dissin’ (Dissin'!) We all about our business, we been in this, get a witness We them west coast boys, makin' noise like we meant this Rap shit is cap, you stay in a casket while we cement this We don’t need you, watch your mouth just like a dentist Okay!