Handle Ur Bizness M.O.P.

[Intro: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Check, check, check, oww (You)

[Chorus: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, M.O.P.]
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel, oww
Handle your business, can't get your grip
Can I get a witness? Ghetto people
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Black out your steel, rock (Rock)

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
What the raw dog feelin'?
An author like Terry McMillan
The cat that make the atmosphere dark as death in less than a minute
The world stop spinnin'
The rapid firing squad keep 'em expirin', hard to kill
Live wires and bombs, firing arms, look, we all for it
It's the Dutch burning herbalist
Gallon drinkin' alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
First Family turned this whole rap game out
Shiesty individuals tryin' to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gunshots ring out
And in the midst of action, I'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dumpin' 'til I break a fucking spring out (Oww)