Strictly Business

[Verse 1: Wiley] Ay Man wanna chat about bud Then I come thru' and I bill up my top-shelf bud Came from vinyl, I came from dubs And trust me now rudeboy I know the plug Merk speakers, like Flowdan and The Bug That's real OG in the tub Other weed out there become the sub But first team bud's what I love I'm in barring mode, battle mode, that's our mode Plane mode, motorbike, car mode Everybody wanna take over, like Marlo And be on radio like Targo All my sick bars in my heart though Training, when I was in yard though I know the arts of expressing myself is a par bro I get fast but I start slow [Chorus: Shorty, Wiley] I tell my Gs don't hype Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't hype Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah [Verse 2: Shorty] Man wanna chat about beef, 'till it gets peak But deep down dem man are just weak Say bare tings that I wouldn't repeat Punch in the top lip now you can't speak Yeah, it's the same old ting Same old food, and the same old cling Same old story, dem man bore me It will get gory now I'm on a grimey ting like Norey Sick in the head Man will get suttin' to stick in your leg Don't know why my man thinks he's a vet Now you gotta sit in your bed, that's deep You better come off the street My yout watch how you speak They can't touch the elite Nah, they don't want this heat Man wanna chat about Ps Talk is cheap (moesh) [Chorus: Shorty, Wiley] I tell my Gs don't hype Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't hype Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah [Verse 3: Shorty] Man wanna chat about grime But they don't do it like mine We get better like wine Lyrics ahead of our time They can't fuck with the grime (Take time) Man wanna chat about flows I'll put you on your toes Better man up with the hoes Nah, they can't fuck with the pros More than a thousand shows, case closed [Verse 4: Wiley] Man wanna chat about bars Then I come thru' and I draw for my E3 bars Been thru' beef, got a couple scars Out the other end, man I still got heart Raised levels on the mic, here that is the task Murk shows in the clubs, in the parks One thing I didn't know I was gonna do in this game is change the contrast [Chorus: Shorty, Wiley] I tell my Gs don't hype Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair but put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't hide Don't get gassed, don't follow the light Life's not fair but put up a fight Keep the paigons in sight I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah I tell my Gs don't stress You see the game, just like chess Gotta move right, gotta move correct Keep them in check, yeah