[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The definition of a playa
A n***a that play hoes to make the ends meet
You gotta know the game, how it's played, it's all about thinking deep
Sum' gonna' cross you out, sum' gonna' smoke you out
But you can talk yo ass off
My Glock will break 'em somethin' off proper
I kick it at Raifords where the playas at
Bumpin' pimpin' smokin' sacks
With Dre and RayRay hittin that mask
We love to see these n***as sweat up on our bitches, see
Dr'izz'e hit them baby then we vampin' with them dead G's

Rollin' clean, so now them robba's tryna follow us
Fuck number one, my number nine gonna make 'em bite the dust
Pulled to the curb, let them hoes hit the back seat
Ballin' 80 miles, one came up so I pushed her in the street
Bitch I need my money no matter whatever the trap just gotta snap
You get me fucked up with that shit
Talkin' 'bout you still broke I gotta beat you hoe
A'izz's I g'izz'et t'izz'o you get this p'izz'ay ya dirty bitch
Take me to a commercial, I'll be back to say what happened then
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[Hook: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I was sitting at the kitchen table choppin' up my yayo
But all of a sudden I heard three shots up through my window
I crawled to my bedroom then I reached up under my mattress
I grabbed my Glock then ran up out the door and started to cap them
The only thing I seen was the dudes from the chevy
Three holes in my wall got me spooked but I ain't scary
I called up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too
I got from static, it's time to jump in my mechanic suit
When I pop the clip into the Smith n' W-E-double S-O-N
Hoe, I shoot yo fuckin' granddaddy off the porch
We caught him slippin' he was hangin' on the back street
Fuck the trunk, we put his ass in the back seat
Glock in his face bitch, don't look at me he tried to explain
I start to laugh and then I smacked him with my pistol, mane
Diligent and straight jacked and beat him down
I started not to shoot the hoe
But Goldy said smoke him, it ain't shit personal


[Hook: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Why I can't sleep, I'm still tired but my eyes open
Early in the morning under the sky but I'm still scopin'
Suckers I'mma rob, then jump into my costume
Jack a n***a for a key of yams, then commence to boom
Deals got my bitches on they heels, lookin' out for the clout
Smokin' out the weed and these hoes bring the fuckin' trap
My Glock is cocked to pop and drop
These n***as down to stang me
I release the clip, you slip, I trip and flip you. Can't you dig it G?
5-0 creepin' fuck them bitches, mane we stayin' strapped
Woodlawn, Kney Street, Smokey City, Watkins & Brown
Down sound of the 12 when them coppers rollin' through
The thicker the killers the rougher the n***as
We comin' straight outta the North fool
Meanin' that, slippin' with this pimpin', will get yo ass sprayed
Mike got the Tec, you least expect it cuz he got a fade
Awful, ain't it? Backyard n***as down with smokin' hoes
Everything is business bitch, ain't shit personal