Bout My Business Lyrics - R.u.l.e. - Ja Rule

[Caddillac Tah] 

Yeah.. 

Yeah, yeah, yo 

I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke 

Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat 

I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut 

Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust 

Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags 

or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags 

Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump 

And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome 

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[Black Child] 

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them 

They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them 

I aim the stainless, let the games begin 

Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous 

My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange 

New Armani leather in the Range 

When you see my gang, tuck in your chain 

We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! 

[Chorus: INC] 

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) 

[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) 

[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) 

[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say 

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) 

[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) 

[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) 

[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say 

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[Black Child] 

It's back to business, stackin riches 

If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds 

Black Continental, mac outta the window 

Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols 

It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through 

Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential 

Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die 

A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye 

[Caddillac Tah] 

Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks 

Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip 

Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six 

Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch 

Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff 

Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace 

Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball 

Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl 

[Chorus] 

[Ja Rule] 

Who want to know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? 

Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards 

Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions 

Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas 

I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out 

And the flyest crews goin the fastest 

Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on 

No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor 

Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster 

Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major 

Maybach and all that, same behaviour 

Money over bitches, bitches over strangers 

Guns befo' bangers but bangers do 

For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue 

that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed 

And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers! 

[Chorus] 

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..