[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, these bitches got some motherfuckin' problems
All on our motherfuckin' dick
You know I'm sayin'?
You got some motherfuckin' problems
You need to come in our face with the shit
And take care of your motherfuckin' business, bitch
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' your ass off, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Sittin' back, gettin' my dick 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, bitch)
Sturdy hearin' rumors in the streets about my Triple 6
Plan and why all these busters on the dick of the Killa Man (Talkin' all of that motherfuckin' shit)
And if you think we talk about hoes too much, trick
You need to take care of your business, you weak bitch
(What's so pretty, nigga? What's up with it?)
I'm tired of hearin' shit that's being said by another nigga
Motherfuckers thinkin' they hard, just because they're a little bigger
I got a little-bitty trigger that'll break a law
(Yeah, .45 Glock, nigga, TEC-9, ho)
Especially for them niggas 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, bitch
Yeah, these bitches got some motherfuckin' problems
All on our motherfuckin' dick
You know I'm sayin'?
You got some motherfuckin' problems
You need to come in our face with the shit
And take care of your motherfuckin' business, bitch
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' your ass off, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Always talkin' that hard shit, take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
Take care of your business, bitch
The Triple 6 Mafia ain't barin' none of you tricks
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Sittin' back, gettin' my dick 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, bitch)
Sturdy hearin' rumors in the streets about my Triple 6
Plan and why all these busters on the dick of the Killa Man (Talkin' all of that motherfuckin' shit)
And if you think we talk about hoes too much, trick
You need to take care of your business, you weak bitch
(What's so pretty, nigga? What's up with it?)
I'm tired of hearin' shit that's being said by another nigga
Motherfuckers thinkin' they hard, just because they're a little bigger
I got a little-bitty trigger that'll break a law
(Yeah, .45 Glock, nigga, TEC-9, ho)
Especially for them niggas 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, bitch
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