[Intro:]
“What business are you in?”
Oh. I make ma bread an butter. I’m pushin
[Chorus:]
“What business are you in?”
Oh. Well, I make ma bread an butter.I’m pushin
I’m pushin [x3]
“What business are you in?”
Oh. Well, I make ma bread an butter
[Verse 1:]
Tryin' boost my coin, tryin' to have my change, tryin' to stack my cheddar
Tryin' make my fetti grow so tall that it need to sit in the exit row
Knocking pictures up off da wall, speakers 'bout to blow ('bout to blow)
Always speedin' like it’s urgent, like I got to go
Ditchin' and duckin' the racket busters
Tryin' to avoid the beacon
And I don't be hangin out wit suckas
I’m sharper than a sewin needle
I gotta get it while it’s good, but now I make it last
A product of my hood, runnin from my past
A gangsta with a soft centre
God fearing; major repenter
The church door open but I’m scared to enter
Flea flicking and pitching, grittin' feelin' guilty (feelin' guilty)
Knowin that they could have someone tryin to kill me (tryin' to kill me)
Steal me, sneak me- take me from my family!
Pluckin their nerve up that candy
That booger sugar, that white
That stuff they smoke in a pipe
When it come to decisions gotta go wit yo heart not just yo' gut
Better watch these fools today boy, they’ll set you up
(Bitch!)
“What business are you in?”
Oh. I make ma bread an butter. I’m pushin
[Chorus:]
“What business are you in?”
Oh. Well, I make ma bread an butter.I’m pushin
I’m pushin [x3]
“What business are you in?”
Oh. Well, I make ma bread an butter
[Verse 1:]
Tryin' boost my coin, tryin' to have my change, tryin' to stack my cheddar
Tryin' make my fetti grow so tall that it need to sit in the exit row
Knocking pictures up off da wall, speakers 'bout to blow ('bout to blow)
Always speedin' like it’s urgent, like I got to go
Ditchin' and duckin' the racket busters
Tryin' to avoid the beacon
And I don't be hangin out wit suckas
I’m sharper than a sewin needle
I gotta get it while it’s good, but now I make it last
A product of my hood, runnin from my past
A gangsta with a soft centre
God fearing; major repenter
The church door open but I’m scared to enter
Flea flicking and pitching, grittin' feelin' guilty (feelin' guilty)
Knowin that they could have someone tryin to kill me (tryin' to kill me)
Steal me, sneak me- take me from my family!
Pluckin their nerve up that candy
That booger sugar, that white
That stuff they smoke in a pipe
When it come to decisions gotta go wit yo heart not just yo' gut
Better watch these fools today boy, they’ll set you up
(Bitch!)
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