The Game Business Never Personal Lyrics

[The Game]
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
n____, 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 n____z with gold teeth and them down South chickens
So f___ with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin
This ain't about you and me it's about business n____

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks
Cross a hustler m_________er you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

[JT]
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 Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My n____z puff trees, snort c__e and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And cain't trust a n____ for s___ cause Feds on the phone
My whole crew dirty, f___in with amphetamines
Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin (knowin)
And I'ma run this s___ back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens
Still blowin
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them b____es outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, n____ can you feel me?

[Chorus]