B Eazy

B-Eazy: Da' Businessman (feat. Tisha) [Radio Edit]

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What can't I tell you that you niggas don't know already? Get ya doe, stack your paper like confetti And get it fast, the game's known to be shady Jealous cats will hit you blindside If your mind ain't right! Right? That's why I keep the nine right here! Steer clear of player haters, snakes, fakes or queers I mean niggas that seem funny Give you pounds, wanna be down When they see you round money Funny thing is, can't get none from me Like a broke ATM: ain't touching my money! Dummy, what part of the game is that? You gotta stack, if fact that part of the game you lack! Well maybe that's the reason why your game's flat Sit back, while I help you get your thang on track Here's tha game... brought to you by The Businessman! Ha ha! Sing the hook, uh Eazy, you just don't know what you're doing When you do it to me Can't fault, you're doing your thang They tried to play you, like they made you They can't do it your way You can't blame me, it's tha game! Look, I really don't know how they made that pyramid thing But you dealing with The King of The Pyramid Scheme I swear I love life, steady living this dream Nah, I don't wanna wake up, I'm feeling this thing Yeah I know I'm Black, but I'm getting this green And won't nothing hold B-Eazy back from getting this cream I'm hyper than Will.I.Am directing this scene How could somebody from the dirty, dirty shine so clean? Cuz I remember laughing at budget, like "What's that?" Till that little cents started making a little sense And more & more, that change became evident For evidence, check my bank account: Presidents! And for that very reason, I set precedents Whether it's worked for, given to or its Heaven sent! So what you telling Brent? Save it, that's irrelevant Unfadeable, I made it through Hell with out a dent! Eazy, you just don't know what you're doing When you do it to me Can't fault, you're doing your thang They tried to play you, like they made you They can't do it your way You can't blame me, it's tha game! Peter played the piper, plus he payed Paul Y'all streaming my CD and got my poster on your wall All I know is ball, balling up the paper Paper stand tall, tall as skyscrapers Looking down, "Hi haters!" I'm back up off hiatus I ain't accepting no favors Call me Hip Hop's Savior Cooking up something major Cuz the city named me mayor And I would to, wait... elevator! And I would like to thank the complete entire nation To all the real G's and all the enemies that made us Into who we are, Superstars, and when I say us That's me, myself & I plus the papers Catch the vapors, nigga! Eazy, you just don't know what you're doing When you do it to me Can't fault, you're doing your thang They tried to play you, like they made you They can't do it your way You can't blame me, it's tha game! F*ck a playerhater, I'm a paperchaser! Was told to save your paper, baby It gets greater, later! But when your shit stalls, prepare for pitfalls The game got me dog, don't let it get y'all! You gotta fall back & be ready to crawl back But before you fall face flat, play this all back Soon you'll learn to knock 'em out the park, baseball bat If that ain't game, what you call that? Real nigga shit!

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