[Intro: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Check, check, check, oww (You)
[Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.]
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel, oww
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Black out your steel, rock (Rock)
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
What the raw dog feelin'?
An author like Terry McMillan
The cat that make the atmosphere dark as death in less than a minute
The world stop spinnin'
The rapid firing squad keep 'em expirin', hard to kill
Live wires and bombs, firing arms, look, we all for it
It's the Dutch burning herbalist
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
Shiesty 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 gunshots ring out
And in the midst of action, I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dumpin' 'til I break a fucking spring out (Oww)
[Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.]
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel, oww
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Black out your steel
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
You motherfuckers 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 mine, mad niggas die
Is this hip-hop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since "How About Some Hardcore?"
You don't listen, see, G
I'm on a mission, look, B
They gon' find your ass missing
Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange but a strong game that can't change
Some real ghetto passion for blastin', subtractin'
Those that ain't matchin' my fashion, I'm mashin'
Mentality's real, fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash gets a raw deal
Clap, clap, get your gat, bucka
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bucka-bucka, blow, blow, get the fuck back (Oww)
[Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.]
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel, oww
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel, face mine 'cause I'm here
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
Dog, it's all clear
Rap dudes wouldn't know a bassline from a snare
Then they wanna doubt the kid
Who analyzed this whole fucking shit
And tried 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
[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
How many niggas runnin' with me? This few
A hundred niggas gunnin' with me to shoot
Firing squad draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range deliverin' the penalty
Ain't nothin' but the thugs slangin' hot hollow slugs, nigga
Anti-love keepin' it real
Thug, let 'em slide today
I'm known best for leavin' 'em stretched like Doc Holliday
Salute
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