Mob Business Black Soprano Family & Heem B$F (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Styles P)
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[Intro: Heem B$F]
Uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, they know
Huh, it's my business, nigga
Hmm, look
[Verse 1: Heem B$F]
We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearded
Now they hate us, for the fact we made it the furthest (Niggas better than niggas)
Ninth-grader, when the feds made him a target
He don't wanna do no wrong, just imitatin' his father
Cop foreign, straight A, and Dodge Charger (Skrrt)
Brand new Glocks and Drac's, they can't harm us (Hahaha)
True mobsters, smoke up, like weed rosters
No impostors, look out, the streets watchin'
Seen profits, it's beef, we bring chopsticks (Dat-dat-dat)
Many Glocks spit, the switch is spittin' hot shit (Brr)
Know we locked in, from Harlem, way to Bompton
And we top ten, on blogs, we be the topic
Tell 'em stop it, we got it, them niggas dropped it
Did a Gangsta Grillz with Drama, soon as I hopped in
Steak and lobster, spilled blood over this pasta (Dat-dat-dat-dat-dat)
Used to play the rock with my niggas, I feel like Hoffa
[Chorus: Heem B$F & Styles P]
Nigga, this mob business (They know)
And I don't trust no niggas if it ain't my niggas
You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, nigga
Nigga screamin' it's love, but he ain't ride with us
He ain't ride, uh, it's do or die, nigga
Just give me teflon love, until we die, nigga (Teflon love)
Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you (BSF)
Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, they know
Huh, it's my business, nigga
Hmm, look
[Verse 1: Heem B$F]
We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearded
Now they hate us, for the fact we made it the furthest (Niggas better than niggas)
Ninth-grader, when the feds made him a target
He don't wanna do no wrong, just imitatin' his father
Cop foreign, straight A, and Dodge Charger (Skrrt)
Brand new Glocks and Drac's, they can't harm us (Hahaha)
True mobsters, smoke up, like weed rosters
No impostors, look out, the streets watchin'
Seen profits, it's beef, we bring chopsticks (Dat-dat-dat)
Many Glocks spit, the switch is spittin' hot shit (Brr)
Know we locked in, from Harlem, way to Bompton
And we top ten, on blogs, we be the topic
Tell 'em stop it, we got it, them niggas dropped it
Did a Gangsta Grillz with Drama, soon as I hopped in
Steak and lobster, spilled blood over this pasta (Dat-dat-dat-dat-dat)
Used to play the rock with my niggas, I feel like Hoffa
[Chorus: Heem B$F & Styles P]
Nigga, this mob business (They know)
And I don't trust no niggas if it ain't my niggas
You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, nigga
Nigga screamin' it's love, but he ain't ride with us
He ain't ride, uh, it's do or die, nigga
Just give me teflon love, until we die, nigga (Teflon love)
Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you (BSF)
Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh
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