Cappadonna

Cappadonna - Big Business songtekst

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(feat. Crunch, Shyheim)



For real, for real...

yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land...



[Verse 1: (Cappadonna)]



I'm goin' all out, I love trout 

Black is what I be about

95-south all the way up, I tear mics up

peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck

tear the jail up, truck with the mind food 

truck with jewels, forget babylon rules

I'm crusin' with the angels

goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that

graduation hats, bigger stacks

ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream

I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers

I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice

provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic

hold ya'll like the Atlantic

Pillage at your service 

clubs start to get nervous

loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips

packed with the info, join the revolution

slang prostitution, even if you boostin'

play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side

my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired

a Baby that never cried, a family that never died

I see everything from the outside. 



[Chorus]



O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through

watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too

'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this

live this, thats how we conduct big business

O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga

when we come through, might have to jump on you

'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this

give this, thats how we conduct big business. 



[Verse 2: (Shyhiem)]



I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty

Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty

shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about

ya'll niggas is pussy, thats why ya'll get atein' out

niggas hate me now 'cause I be so jig my A.K.A. oughta be Shawn Carter

my heart bigger than my ego, eho

I put my heart on the line and hit both free throws

yeah, build with a parole hole

guzzle the old Gold with no bag, on the bliddock

holdin' the gliddock, you can't fuck with this shit ock

locks it down like JT from the mothafuckin' liddot

S is for my Sons, H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one

A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns

B is for the blood, bandanas, and the bidd-uns

C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon

we a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike

I roll with niggas that stay in jail like Iron Mike

I get hype, and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit. 



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: (Cappadonna)]



God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling

felt like the Angels were fallin'

but with this God given mic I restored the faith

my love for the prophets keeps me safe

see, I don't have to worry 'cause I know God is great

if it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates

no Bill Clinton, no United States

peep it, explore my mind like a secret

if the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it

so I give thanks and praise to the almighty

the spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly

Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me

I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate

all-time Cappacino the great

a role model like Treach and Pepa

Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett

the way I think it, my songs speak to you

you better stay focused and the beast won't eat you. 



[Chorus]
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