Take Care of Yo Business lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, these b*tches got some motherf*ckin' problems
All on our motherf*ckin' di*k
You know I'm sayin'
You got some motherf*ckin' problems
You need to come in our motherf*ckin' face with the sh*t
And take care of your motherf*ckin' business, b*tch

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Sittin' back, gettin' my di*k sucked by the neighborhood ho
Chizzillin' izzin mizzy rizzoom with the lights out
And smokin' dope
Funky drunk from sturdy drinkin' on that Gin & J
But then I had to go and mix it up with the Courvoisier
And then I had to top it off by smokin' on that Chocolate Thai *coughs*
Also puttin' the street to a long night sleep
It's passin' on my mind (I'll kill you, b*tch)
Sturdy hearin' rumors in the streets about my Triple 6 plan
And why all these busters on the di*k of the Killa Man? (Talkin' all of that motherf*ckin' sh*t)
And if you think we talk about hoes too much, trick
You need to take care of your business, you weak b*tch
(What's so pretty, n*gga? What's up with it?)
I'm tired of hearin' sh*t that's bein' said by another n*gga
Motherf*ckers thinkin' they hard, just because they're a little bigger
I got a little-bitty trigger that'll break a law
(Yeah, .45 Glock, n*gga, TEC-9, ho)
Especially for them n*ggas that's talkin' they monkey ass off
And I shoot to kill, I shoot to kill me a trick
Runnin' your funky mouth?
Take care of your business, b*tch
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
My name is the Scarecrow, fresh out the crazy house
Black Glock, black Khaki's, loced out, lights out
n*gga, it's the cell block makin' me keep the nina c*cked
Why do I keep the assassin mentality
Havin' me make all these bodies drop?
From f*ckin' the sh*t up all over again
Better come fill my prescription
The murderous sh*t I be doin'
It's just an effect when I'm takin' my medicine
Oh, my mind is out there, mane, it's like distant
I pick up a pack of the ammo, real stout
Killa Man is my assistance (Yeah)
Mystic Stylez of the ancient mutilations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
When you decide to f*ck up, n*gga, you better learn this
I'm crematin' motherf*ckers down in my furnace
Triple 6 Mafia, that's the clique I'm down for (Mafia got you fools dead)
Boomin' these hard gangster tapes in the M-Town, ho
Barin', ballin' motherf*ckers, so, when you hear the sound click
Better duck down, trick
Take care of your business
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that ass off, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Always talkin' that hard sh*t, take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
Take care of your business, b*tch
The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks

[Outro: KRS-One]
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
When some clown jumps up to get beat, beat down
When some clown jumps up to get beat—
Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat down
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll-I'll play the nine and you play the target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll play the nine and you play the target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll play the nine and you play the tar-target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll play the nine and you play the target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll play the nine and you play the target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
I'll play the nine and you play the target
And you can tell by the bodies that are left