Ja Rule Feat.Caddilac Tah, Black Child & Young Merc Bout My Business Lyrics

[Caddillac Tah]
Yeah..
Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw c__e
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
Ain't s___ to discuss, unless it's moneybags
or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

[Black Child]
Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we f___in the same, bang!

[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my n____z en route to riches (bang!)
[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my n____z say
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my b____es who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
[B.C.] Gettin money and n____ it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

[Black Child]
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the s___ I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential
Bang bang, n____, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye

[Caddillac Tah]
n____ you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful b____
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed n____, my wolves is playin hardball
Leavin him b_____ like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'f___er watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out
And the flyest crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this s___ for ten years, n____z I'm major
Maybach and all that, same behaviour
Money over b____es, b____es over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For n____z that had enough and ain't got no clue
that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, m_________ers!

[Chorus]

[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..