RJ Lamont
Standing On Business
[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)

[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]
When you see Biggs, you gon' see them killers, fuck you and your n***as
Got more cash than your whole gang and I hit his sister
Have them boys come and crop you out, take you out the picture
Like we playin' tic-tac-toe today, X you out the middle (His name's Pablo)
Lay you down, run that fuckin' chicken, bitch, this ain't no riddle
Try to run, you gon' catch this lead, ain't talkin' 'bout no pencil
I paid cash for this whip I'm in, bitch, this ain't no rental
Every time these n***as holler out a block, we gon' spin 'em
We got pounds on the table, money on the floor
You come between that, we turn your brains to sloppy joe
We always got they drop 'cause n***as be with sloppy hoes
Me and bro fresh off the road, I smell like giffies, get 'em sold
Hop out trippin' come twenty-six inches, got these bitches lifted
I got G-Locks, I got fully switches, shoot you in your fitted
Shit got vicious, when that money came, seen some n***as switchin'
But I don't give a fuck, I treat 'em just like bitches

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Treat these n***as like hoes, faceshot get 'em gone
Got him lookin' for his bitch, boy, she busy on the road
Seen a n***a take a stand, he couldn't stand on his hoes
Uh-oh, another hundred shots, I reload it
Man, they know who to come and fuck with, we got motion
Just popped a Perc 30, paranoid 'cause I'm floatin'
New chopper, bullet burn, spin back, then roast you
Your brother died, we just poured a pint, started toastin'
Still killin' while I'm rappin', ain't got no sense
I just tapped the trigger once and got 'em both hit
Me and Biggs still trappin' 'til we both rich
It's just me by myself, I got four blicks
The opps lost, ridin' through the hood with the top off
Need my money right now, what you need, rocks off?
'Bows for the low, sell it all, plus we got sauce
Think it's a game 'til you outlined in white chalk
N***a thought I gave him dope, gave his ass salt
Had to get it out the mud, self-made boss
Hit him in his shit with the K, now he can't talk
He ain't want no hit drank, but he still bought it