Chorus (Mystikal):
Handle Yo Business!
Handle Yo Business!!
Handle Yo Business!!!
Don`t let yo business handle you!!!!!
(2x)
First Verse (Tim Smooth+Mystikal):
(Tim Smooth)
I heard you really don`t like me....WHHHHUT?
Boy you coulda smoked a nigga for fifty bucks
(Mystikal)
I DON`T GIVE A FUCK!!!!!!!!
(Tim Smooth)
I live my life to the fullest
And shop ain`t close after them hoes so you and your lil` bullets know
All the shew-shewin` that you doin`
Got the, red beams cookin` and some hater shit brewin` nah
I ain`t no heartless-ass, thoughtless-ass nigga
But I`d bat the piss out`cha and out`cha Ma if I caught that ass with her
Nigga, sick of the I say, you say
Uck-fay Ooh-yay {Fuck you in piglatin}
Handle this here, to-day
I ain`t scared, trust me, touch me, and you best stretch me
Like licorice
Cuz I`ll come back like syphollis
Gettin` this
Words that you got
Off your mind, you won`t be the bomb cuz you not
You`z a bro, and the dog is just OH SO VICIOUS
You warnin` me?????
(Mystikal)
HERE I GO!!!!!!!
(Tim Smooth)
Handle Yo Business
Chorus (2x)
(Tim Smooth)
I`m tryin` to figure what the fuck?
When the fuck? Why the fuck?
Who the fuck, made ya wanna fuck with me?
Shiiiiiiiit, all over a hoe
Nigga wants to put me in the mud
Full of slugs and bugs
But uh
It ain`t goin` down like that
TRUST ME
It gone be ugly for any nigga tryin` to pluck me
Must be stupid as Mister Furley
Tryin` to treat that pussy like silk, gone get a nigga killed EARLY
Cuz surely you don`t THINK that I`m gone BLINK
While you thinkin` you gone GANK
But you gone STANK
By the time they find your lil` behind
And I`ll be in the Bahamas gettin` the whole nine from your baby Mama
Save the drama, PLEASE
Quit sweatin` a nigga like a bitch
And let a nigga dick BREATHE
It`s a constant case, bein` mad at the wrong face
When the real problem is slobbin`, at`cha place
And she, hoggin` the A/C
Shiiiit, and ate free?
Soon as you go to work, to get burnt, she page me
THAT MEANS, she`s a hoe
And if you don`t knooooooooooooooooow
Now you know!
Handle YO
Business!!!!!!!!
Chorus
(Tim Smooth)
Bitch, whenever you draw the line, or lay your rules down
Tim Smooth`ll come around
With the type of shit to turn your whole pool ground
Now, I don`t give a damn, not even two fucks
About which clique won`t buck or which bitch won`t suck
I`m bout, gettin` as high as a bird`s nest
Bitch, gas glass or sex? Ass comes next
And I don`t take checks
I take, charge accounts
Large amounts of cabbage got me livin` lavish, now it`s hard to count
How many niggas playa hate me, on the D.L.?
Fake as Lee nails
Gossipin` like, FE-MALES
Details at six thirty
Can`t let that disturb me
`Fore I fill `em with more holes than a practice jersey
