f/ Val Young







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[Bad Azz talking]



Handle yours



Ay, Life is a Personal Business



You see what I'm handlin'



It's Personal Business



You handle your Business



Before I handle you, you heard me



Val holla at 'em







[Chorus: Val Young]



Take care of your Personal Business



Don't never let the game catch you slippin'



Take care of your Personal Business



Don't let the game get you and drive you insane







[Verse 1]



This here life of mine down this one way street



So unpredictable, tryin' to run into a Dollar



Drama all I seem to get into, can't rewind time



So the problems that's mine, is either solve 'em



Or deal with 'em tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a job



Money ain't circulatin', cops had the spot dropped



So it ain't no work in yay(?), What's up?



I'm thinkin' "Damn, I need a Dollar"



I feel stuck and the hard times make me wanna holla



God help me out here, oh no I'm with my last



Knowin' I can be the next to die, gone with the pass that



I don't wanna feel like real life's hard to live



Fake cuz when they do me, ay, this ain't no movie



Ain't no take too, you ever think about where your



Life gon' take you? ain't you grateful to be alive



Or you wanna die cuz life hates you, don't let it take you



Or make you or break you







[Chorus]







[Verse 2]



Oh yeah, the game a get ya, hit ya hard and make ya fall



And you get broke with no hope and, no get back



Let's try hard to see success and not the stress and get there



You stay persistent long enough, you prolly have shit where



Everything you need'll be excatly where it need to be



To me the streets and peace are never seen in (?)



See really forgot about the kids doin' what we did



Part of gettin' high watchin' time go by



Now they wanna smoke and drink and ride on by



Catch a case, be at their pace and it's a long cold ride



Judge just gave Shorty Mack 1-0-5 and I doubt he'll live



to be a hundred and thirty three, they try to tellin' me he gon' die



Yo, in the penitentiary, he mentioned he needed me to send him a 



Package, I'ma shoot it to ya, man I know the game'll do it to ya



Yes it will like that, like that







[Chorus]







[Verse 3]



For me, it's been a long time comin' with a stretch up in here



I ain't scared but I don't wanna be dead



I caught the game tryin' to kill me and found out it's been



Several attempts, it hurts to know this shit gettin' so personal



At once, don't they know you can't do nothin' about it



Least you know the world'll never be crowded(*laughter*)



The same thang that'll make you laugh'll make you cry



The same game that got you rich will make you die



Fuck the truth, we like livin' in a lie, it ain't no time



To try to find my lost mind, I'm on the grind, I got rent



I need nickels and dimes would I be sent and life be as a



Personal business, sell your service not your soul



If you ain't got no dough, Nah I ain't tellin' and try to go



And try to sell your brain, if you ain't got you a scale



And a barreler cane, I'm just sayin' got to use what you got



to, do what you want and most folks don't



I gotta handle mine, you better







[Chorus]







[Bad Azz ad-libs]