Business You're Doing - Biggie Smalls

Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to

Get wicked in the joint uh Notorious is glorious

cough, cough

Niggas now who's the mind blower, the weed grower

Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower

B.I.G.

top notch with the Glock check your pockets

And your sock it's just the way my pops taught me

When you throw the drop check em thoroughly

The bastard might spin around and try to bury me

And dead niggas don't make no moves

When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight

Reminiscin on my swingin days

When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves

Yea she had the Gucci boots I had Sarducci suits

Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

representin Bucktown

Mac-11 cocked back niggas better duck down

Face down you know the routine the cream

Earrings you know the drama Biggie bring

How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's

Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed

I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin

Thinkin niggas after me much too paranoid to blink

Wonder why the police don't want to see me stackin G's

They after a playa but I won't let em capture me

I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine

I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked deams (deamons)

I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber

Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger

Rollin down the four-five beware of stangers

Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does

I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone

From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam

Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me

Before the penitentiary