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Bad Azz - Personal Business lyrics
f/ Val Young * send corrections to the typist [Bad Azz talking] Handle yours Ay, Life is a Personal Business You see what I'm handlin' It's Personal Business You handle your Business Before I handle you, you heard me Val holla at 'em [Chorus: Val Young] Take care of your Personal Business Don't never let the game catch you slippin' Take care of your Personal Business Don't let the game get you and drive you insane [Verse 1] This here life of mine down this one way street So unpredictable, tryin' to run into a Dollar Drama all I seem to get into, can't rewind time So the problems that's mine, is either solve 'em Or deal with 'em tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a job Money ain't circulatin', cops had the spot dropped So it ain't no work in yay(?), What's up? I'm thinkin' "Damn, I need a Dollar" I feel stuck and the hard times make me wanna holla God help me out here, oh no I'm with my last Knowin' I can be the next to die, gone with the pass that I don't wanna feel like real life's hard to live Fake cuz when they do me, ay, this ain't no movie Ain't no take too, you ever think about where your Life gon' take you? ain't you grateful to be alive Or you wanna die cuz life hates you, don't let it take you Or make you or break you [Chorus] [Verse 2] Oh yeah, the game a get ya, hit ya hard and make ya fall And you get broke with no hope and, no get back Let's try hard to see success and not the stress and get there You stay persistent long enough, you prolly have shit where Everything you need'll be excatly where it need to be To me the streets and peace are never seen in (?) See really forgot about the kids doin' what we did Part of gettin' high watchin' time go by Now they wanna smoke and drink and ride on by Catch a case, be at their pace and it's a long cold ride Judge just gave Shorty Mack 1-0-5 and I doubt he'll live to be a hundred and thirty three, they try to tellin' me he gon' die Yo, in the penitentiary, he mentioned he needed me to send him a Package, I'ma shoot it to ya, man I know the game'll do it to ya Yes it will like that, like that [Chorus] [Verse 3] For me, it's been a long time comin' with a stretch up in here I ain't scared but I don't wanna be dead I caught the game tryin' to kill me and found out it's been Several attempts, it hurts to know this shit gettin' so personal At once, don't they know you can't do nothin' about it Least you know the world'll never be crowded(*laughter*) The same thang that'll make you laugh'll make you cry The same game that got you rich will make you die Fuck the truth, we like livin' in a lie, it ain't no time To try to find my lost mind, I'm on the grind, I got rent I need nickels and dimes would I be sent and life be as a Personal business, sell your service not your soul If you ain't got no dough, Nah I ain't tellin' and try to go And try to sell your brain, if you ain't got you a scale And a barreler cane, I'm just sayin' got to use what you got to, do what you want and most folks don't I gotta handle mine, you better [Chorus] [Bad Azz ad-libs] |
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