Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe   With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue   When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous   'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey      Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip   Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip   I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips   I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks      So ain't nuttin' you can tell me, about the game   Come with beef and leave here without your brains   And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine   In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain      And you know I got the South clickin'   'Cause ain't nuttin' like niggaz with gold teeth   And them down South chickens   So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin'   This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga      It's business never personal, real live on blocks   If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks   Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box   It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top      It's business never personal, real live on blocks   If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks   Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box   It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top      They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy   Put the herb in, I got family   I'm doin' 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane   Tryin' to handle my business, the Figaro stack change      Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah   My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms   Bad to the bone, to the bone   And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Fed's on the phone      My whole crew dirty, fuckin' with amphetamines   Catch you slippin' blow your whole crew to smitharines   Now the streets knowin', knowin'   And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens      Still blowin'   Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs   We take trips out to Houston and D.C.   For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?      It's business never personal, real live on blocks   If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks   Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box   It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top      It's business never personal, real live on blocks   If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks   Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box   It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top