Текст Young Jeezy – Handle My Bizness

Let Me Handle My Bizness x8

Verse 1

I Said Young Was Busy Counting Money how Dare you Niggas Count Me Out
Made You Niggas Trap Stars Gave You Something to Trap About

Let Me Handle My Bizness x8

Verse 2

I Said You Can Get With This Or, You Can Get With That Shit
That Recompressed ready Rock, Never Coming Back Shit
Have You Whipping All Day And All That’s For Practice
Bow our Heads Let Us Pray 20 Years Under My Mattress
Now Lay Me Down To Sleep I Had Dem Streets Dreams
Why The Hell Do You Think My Song Sound like A Street Theme
Never Spossed Shit Where You Stay Guess That’s A Street Theme
In The Streets 24/7 Just Like A Street Team

Somewhere off In The Lonely Cell Somewhere In Prison
They Layin’ there With They Eyes Closed Seeing My Vision
Cause They Know We Come From The Same Cloths Perfect Position
They Jus Glad I Left The Game When I Did, Perfect Decision

Let Me Handle My Bizness x8

Yeah!

Verse 3

All Hail Your Trap Highness, Your One And Only
You KNow I Gotta Do It For Shake I’m Miss Homie
Everyday I’m Out here Making em Proud He Looking On Me
Nerver Thought Id Say This Too Loud Good Looking Homie
He Say Fuck Them Popcorn Ass Niggas That Shit Is Corny
And Motherfuck Them Fake Ass Niggas Thought You Were Phony
Gotta Do It For Them Niggas Just Serve Just Like You’re Tony
That Come From Everyday Flippin Them Birds, just like you Showd Me
Put So Many Miles On The Bucket It Needs A Oil Change
Took Them Bitches Out The Garage And Left Them Oil Stains
You Know That Shit Be Taking Forever We Call It Oil Face
Make You Frown up When You See it Call That The Oil Face

Let Me Handle My Bizness x8

Yeah!