Ain’t Yo Business Cris the Prophet (Ft. Gama (Rap) & Shaman (FIN))

[Chorus: Cris the Kid & Shaman]
This Ain't Yo Business
Don’t fuck with us!
This Ain't Yo Business
Don't fuck with us!
This Ain’t Yo Business
Don't fuck with us!
You wanna fuck with us!
But you have no fuckin' nuts

[Verse 1: Cris the Kid]
Mothafuckas nuts be elastic
Fake plastic, we takin' over, hackin'
Fantastic tactics, your soul we bashin'
If you yappin', Ain't Yo Business junior
We top dawg heavy rank, cruiserweight bitches
Lower case, we upper, and ain’t tiltin’
We first like A and you last like Z pimpin'
We passin’ by zippin', fast can't catch the image
But now we even got some foo named Kodak
No flash, don't take the picture
Ugly ass mothafucka lookin’ like the shit my diarrhea mixed with
(ughh)
That's nasty, you so ugly
The government don't even charge you taxes
You cats dress like a bunch of faggots
Look like maggots, circle of life, eat you like the rabbit
Ain't Yo Business if it's your girl I'm mackin'
Cause she really likes downstairs what I'm packin'
Subway dick, collect healthy girls with thongs
You girl tired of six inches, she wants a footlong
You know she walks away happy singin' my songs
Ain't Yo Business, back the fuck up, and stay clam