Songtext Big business von Xzibit

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Big business

{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

This is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you cant take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
Youre walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
Were playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of lifes hard lessons
You cant negotiate with a weapon
When its fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde english thats covered with frost
And its like that

[ chorus ]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
Im in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you aint as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One sides about my business, and the other sides a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, Im like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before I had riches
And now Im eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
I dont give a fuck about not one of yall
Disrespect this here, nigga, its real clear Im gunnin yall
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldnt help ya
Put the s in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, cant get enough of, Im rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause its a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or lets call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, whats that? that shit that get up in my fabric
Im into bitches and beamers and my chips
And Im keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

[ chorus ]

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{xzibit}
Mi casa es su casa
Mi raza es su raza

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Kid frost

This is big business, understand me? 
Yeah, you cant take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
Youre walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
Were playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit crowded
And packed to capacity
You actually had the audacity
To want some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of lifes hard lessons
You cant negotiate with a weapon
When its fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde english thats covered with frost
And its like that

[ chorus ]
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three ways

{frost}
Im in pursuit of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you aint as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half hustler
One sides about my business, and the other sides a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, Im like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before I had riches
And now Im eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ chorus ]

{jayo felony}
I dont give a fuck about not one of yall
Disrespect this here, nigga, its real clear Im gunnin yall
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldnt help ya
Put the s in spit, bust your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, cant get enough of, Im rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause its a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or lets call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, whats that? that shit that get up in my fabric
Im into bitches and beamers and my chips
And Im keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

[ chorus ]