Business Never Personal Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

(The Game) 

Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe 

With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue 

When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous 

Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey 

Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip 

Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip 

I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips 

I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks 

So ain't nuttin you can tell me, about the game 

Come with beef and leave here without your brains 

And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine 

In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain 

And you know I got the South clickin 

Cause ain't nuttin like niggaz with gold teeth and them down South chickens 

So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin 

This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

It's business never personal, real live on blocks 

If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks 

Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box 

It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top 

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(JT) 

They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy 

Put the herb in, I got family 

I'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane 

Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change 

Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah 

My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms 

Bad to the bone (to the bone) 

And cain't trust a nigga for shit cause Feds on the phone 

My whole crew dirty, fuckin with amphetamines 

Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines 

Now the streets knowin (knowin) 

And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens 

Still blowin 

Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs 

We take trips out to Houston and D.C. 

For the West coast, nigga can you feel me? 

(Chorus)