her everyday gives me thoughts i cant explain I stare when she walks by lost time never crossed my mind [Chorus] She takes my mind away She takes my thoughts away She
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fo the money, no love hit 'em up wit the blast put him in a bag, an wrap him.... up. [Verse 2: T-Luni of Cydal] It's all business so when the picture
call for alcohol and everything, what's up, you gon' come back to the 'mote with me or what? [WOMAN:] But what about yo' girlfriend? She s'posed to
we on a mission for riches Nigga field is laced up by realist killas and deala's Give a fuck about ya feelings cause nigga, It's strictly business Nigga
1st [Verse 2:] I wanna be able to buy my baby girl what she want Get her all the thing's she need and some thing's that she dont Man I'm trying to get
my microphone [Q-Tip] Yo God bless a child that can hold his own My girl cant understand all this time we spend together I tried to tell her Its strictly business, she said she
Father has a business strictly second hand Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand Stuff in our apartment came from father's store Even things I'm
yall over lanes Peep my form necks backs and pecks Jeep wagon Cadillac truck drop Lex I mean big checks and guns Asses on bitches E.P.M.D. album "Strictly Business
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse On any record I'm the king of the third verse It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I
Easy Mo Bee and Easy Mo is me, he gets down when I want him to get down I put the heights in the crown I wrote the dead sea scrolls, I'm "Strictly Business
point ready to swerve Niggas got some nerve No business bald ass clown As quick as you got up your ass can get laid down Tre' pound all she wrote Done
't increase ten-motherfuckin-fold Must you cover that rolo again cos we was trippin To stay up on top of things, the ???? life we was livin Strictly business
(Shorty looking kinda right Satisfie my appetite) Um, Baby you know my Steelo Gotta get witcha on a D.Low Chorus (x2) I Came in the door Pimpin' (Handeling Strictly business
kinda right Satisfy my appetite, mmm Baby you know my steelo Gotta get wit you on the D-Low [1] I came in the door pimpin' Handlin' strictly business
chilling at the red light Minding my business But why is this law typing my plates I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case But still she
[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion] Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung she used to hold my motherfuckin
