The Hurt Business

(Grr) Ayo
(Grr)
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (grr)

Ayo, I'm on the Lear talkin' Flair
His face all bloody, robe hangin' off, got hit with a chair (ah)
Wore our best tints to the dance floor, Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out, ɾight off the handlebars (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Doggypile the Di Vinci's, tɾemendous
Push a three door Benz, they never comin' out, I had twins (skrrt)
Walked up on [C7]him, pulled my [A]gun out close
Take that fuckin' chain off (take that fuckin' shit off)
I need that money and [Bm]that socks filled with bags of dope (ah)
Duffle bag ɾumors when we ɾe'd up
My dread shot five niggas, move to [C7]VA and [Bm]ɾock the Caesar
Peace almighty, grimy [A](peace)
Kimbo edition, my [A]alma mater is Federal prison [C7](ah)
Guess who ɾan the day ɾoom? Don't touch the wrong [Am]TV
I'm watchin' 106 and [Bm]Park with my [A]shades on
Niggas gettin' pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm talkin' old fashion, shooter got [Fm7]a coke habit (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box, ah, Kushed god, bitch)
When one come home, then another got [Fm7]knocked (uh, then another get knocked)

It only take a half a second to [C7]establish the hit (really)
Send my [A]lil' homie at you, have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on [C7]my [A]neck, nigga, average a brick
Your bitch face painted on [C7]my [A]pants, ɾavishing Rick (uh)
How stylish is this? No hate, no malice is this
Whippin' heavy, all [Em]these carats on [C7]wrists
Thousand [Bm]dollar bottle sprays, my [A]whole palate is ɾich
Ménage à tɾois times six, nigga, Paris was [Am7]lit
I get more twat, more checks than you [A7(I shake the spot)
You a vegan, now you [A7a vegetable (I spin the block)
All guns blazin', my [A]man got [Fm7]locked
Came home, went back, he said it's vacation [C7](uh)
Up top shakin', just stuffed a Backwood of eighth when
West made the tag from the apron [C7](really)
Five star suites to [C7]bust plays, you [A7do the Days Inn (uh)
Get to [C7]the money, everyday spent

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (look, yeah, all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Wale, uh, let's go, then another get knocked)

Alhamdulillah, most valuable like [F]Hassan Assad
Got enhancements on [C7]them [A]hammers, they'll do their job
On my [A]side, Cullinan with the windows down
Play whatever hand [Bm]I get, but never ever show my [A]card
Lay down, niggas ain't thug, don't think we can't tell
It ɾing out, coughin' up blood, look like [F]you're Gangrel
Folarin poppin', fiends coppin', that's my [A]young one
A lot of shoppers don't look like [F]Rockers because they Young Bucks
Okay, who doper than them?
I got [Fm7]two pair of Duncan Foams and [Bm]I ain't open 'em [A]yet
A nigga been floatin' on [C7]these vocals, I been a GOAT with the pen
And niggas snub me all [Em]they want, we keep ɾevolvers for [Dm7]that
Folarin is back, I tɾied to [C7]keep my [A]dawg out the tɾap
He say he got [Fm7]it with that ɾock like [F]Kevin Hart and [Bm]McMahon
It's hard to [C7]be [Am]great and [Bm]honestly way harder when black
And I feel like [F]Jake Roberts, boy, slimin' is back, for [Dm7]ɾeal

Ayo, the flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (then another get knocked)
Flyest motherfuckers got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock (got [Fm7]the game on [C7]lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box (look, yeah, all [Em]my [A]niggas in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another got [Fm7]knocked (then another get knocked)