Mistah F.a.b.

Mistah F.a.b. - The Biz songtekst

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[Verse I:]



What would you do if ya hood was turned out 

Parents burnt out 

Sleepin on burnt couch 

Lights turned out 

PG&E bill to high 

Poppa shermed out 

Brotha locked in jail for life 

Momma thinkin she gone owe bills for life 

Its so trife 

Stuck in a wind pipe 

Waitin to cough 

Bill collecters callin pissin u off 

Sounds of buggies in ya neighborhood 

And anything under a thousand cans aint gone do u too good 

Search three days for aluminum bottles and glass 

Just to get one hit 

From tha bottle and glass 

Young peppahs step up on the throttle and smash 

Little kids die havin fun 

Ran into another auto and crashed 

Man its so sad 

Let me take you on a trip out here 

You ready? Cause its a trip out here 



[Hook:]



Its nothin to a boss with somthin 

But its somthin to a boss with nothin 

Its tipsy turvey like that 

But it is what it is 

Its how it goes down 

Its the biz ya dig 



Its somthin to a boss with nothin 

But its nothin to a boss with somthin 

Thats how it goes down 

In my part of the map 

Marksman hustlin 

And everbody target is scratch 



[Verse II:]



Rip the wrath 

Plant the path 

Most wish they had the seeds to 

Without the cheese dude 

What would a rat chase 

I stack paps 

Through the cracks of the black fate 

Avoid cracks with the jack face 

My black race runnin slow in a fast race 

Because of my black face 

Police crack place 

Inside my phat lace 

Man oakland the last place 

You wanna act fake 

Its real enough to see a use to be somthin 

A washed up nothin 

Only glory from his good years 

Back in the day 

Now he sip yak up on the track 

And search for crack in the alley ways 

These oakland cali ways 

Happen every day 

Hey! Dope fiends shoot up in the telly 

Gettin higher then a astronaut with a baby growin in they belly 

Real smelly 

Imagine that 

Its real out here 



[Hook]



[Verse III:]

Name a post 

A block street cokaine the porch 

Flame n torch 

Some b quick to aim at yo throat 

Some get locked up an now they got a thang in they coat 

Finna lose it man they finna strangled goat 

For a sacraficical fate, guys go cyco wait 

Penatentray done em great now he bout to lose his faith 

Some gain mind focus, somesniff linesof cokus 

But thats bogus, the show gets, 

more excitin as u ride a vivid memory of a jail house hit 

Stab up a prick for the name of ya click 

Dark solitary confinement 

Make ya lose ya mind, get release from stale tyme 

Now u doin fine 

Arguin wit ya piece of mind 

Causin conflict intense react conduct 

Drug in by bmb scent,a prophet to the world my mom sent 

My moms only child F.A.B 

Hold it down
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