Big Business

I mean what, you goin' crazy over this?

I mean, really it look like, cracked off pieces of soap

(Mark Henry...)

Yeah, you's a pussy boy, you heard that pussy boy?

Ya daddy should have never nutted in that hoe's pussy, boy

But since you on this earth, it's time to take you off it

This what you want, huh nigga, that hardcore New York shit

That black cement, 3 Jordan shit

True religion -- jeans, Polo tee and a Portland fit

No defense when I grip the handle, boy

I got a deadly shot, no Brandon Roy

My niggas in Detroit call me Megatron

Back in '88, we moved mega tons

Now I push the 'Rari down 8th Ave

Bitch face on my lap, call it face math

The Colombians and the Dominicans have shown us the way

The shit is large, but we gon' do it differently

Gone are the days of sellin' on a street corner

You change the product, you change the marketin' strategy

Yeah, uhh

The streets lookin' like Thriller

Minus the chick and red jacket with the zippers

Just zombies, psychos and killers

Quick to choke you out, ya [?], Reggie Miller

It's a drought, we need a hurricane

Boat movin' slow, niggas screamin' "hurry, 'caine"

3 pistols on me just in case you tryin' to bang

I got that 9-9-9 plan like Herman Cain

Yeah, we occupyin' raw street

Good morning, no sugar in the coffee

Just cocaine, Medina and some morphine

One whiff of the pure, make ya jaw lean

I'm not guilty. You're the one who's guilty

The lawmakers, the politicians

All you who lobby against makin' drugs legal

Just like you did with alcohol durin' the prohibition

You're the one who's guilty, ain't no Uzis made in Harlem

I mean, not one of us in here owns a poppy field

This thing is bigger than Nino Brown

This is big business, this is the American way