Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy - Handle My Bizness lyrics

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Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8] 



[Verse 1:] 

I Said Young Was Busy Counting Money how Dare you Niggas Count Me Out 

Made You Niggas Trap Stars Gave You Something to Trap About 

Gave You Niggas Streets is Watchin' , Trap Or Die The Inspiration 

During The Recession And The Drought Who Gave You Niggas Motivation 

Now the Streets Is Talking Niggas Is Plotting 

Public Enemy Number 1 Feel Like Bin Laden 

5 4 3 2 1 I'm About to Blow Up 

See Me Off In Platinum 2 1 I'm Gettin' Toed Up 

Take The Vodka Straight To The Head I'm like you know What? 

Just Keep It Trned Up On These Niggas Cause They Don't Know us 

If You Never Hustled Don't Matter Now Then You Don't Know Dawg 

That Black 745 On Dey Ass Like I'm Going To Show Ya'll 



Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8] 



[Verse 2:] 

I Said You Can Get With This Or, You Can Get With That Shit 

That Recompressed ready Rock, Never Coming Back Shit 

Have You Whipping All Day And All That's For Practice 

Bow our Heads Let Us Pray 20 Years Under My Mattress 

Now Lay Me Down To Sleep I Had Dem Streets Dreams 

Why The Hell Do You Think My Song Sound like A Street Theme 

Never Spossed Shit Where You Stay Guess That's A Street Theme 

In The Streets 24/7 Just Like A Street Team 



Somewhere off In The Lonely Cell Somewhere In Prison 

They Layin' there With They Eyes Closed Seeing My Vision 

Cause They Know We Come From The Same Cloths Perfect Position 

They Jus Glad I Left The Game When I Did, Perfect Decision 



Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8] 

Yeah! 



[Verse 3:] 

All Hail Your Trap Highness, Your One And Only 

You KNow I Gotta Do It For Shake I'm Miss Homie 

Everyday I'm Out here Making em Proud He Looking On Me 

Nerver Thought Id Say This Too Loud Good Looking Homie 

He Say Fuck Them Popcorn Ass Niggas That Shit Is Corny 

And Motherfuck Them Fake Ass Niggas Thought You Were Phony 

Gotta Do It For Them Niggas Just Serve Just Like You're Tony 

That Come From Everyday Flippin Them Birds, just like you Showd Me 

Put So Many Miles On The Bucket It Needs A Oil Change 

Took Them Bitches Out The Garage And Left Them Oil Stains 

You Know That Shit Be Taking Forever We Call It Oil Face 

Make You Frown up When You See it Call That The Oil Face 



Let Me Handle My Bizness [x8] 

Yeah!
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