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Whoa, song is hard! Takin' over the club with the what, The 1st Division!
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #20,597
Peak in subgenre #3,312
Author
Bane and Clockwork
Rights
Better Than Music Ent.
Uploaded
March 22, 2008
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MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 2:32
Story behind the song
Raw mixtape beat, murdered the track.
Lyrics
Break: Now the Bizness was sargin’ all through the night And Clockwork was too tryna lay the pipe And we go, go dumb, go go go dumb We get stuey uey uey retarded and have fun The 2 1st Division boy’s run the club And we’re gon tear this mutha up cause we don’t give a fuck what Hook: Bane Bizness Clock Do it movin’ never stop(Can’t stop, won’t stop, don’t stop, fuck ya) Cause we don’t give a fuck So get them glasses up My neezies Outta dank Outta drank better cop(Get the green, get the heem, everything yadameen) Get gon’ until you drop Or til’ you’ve had enough My beezies Bane Verse: (The Bizness) Walk into the club Fresh ta death Stunna shades and boas on And beezy on my left arm Niggaz to the right gone Off the dank, drank, thizz, shrooms, coke, hop Won’t stop Lookin’ for a new bop So I do the typical Sarging analytical Look around the club until the Bizness gets a visual Bitch is physical Goin’ dumb on the dance floor But she brings it to a halt And I want an encore c’mon Mama Do it to impress the B Do it to bring out the jealousy In the beezie next to me Or Come on over Take a sip of this cola Let me beat up the chocha You’ll explode like a nova What Hook Clockwork Verse: Bane and Clock are 2 cats you’ll never forget Get to rummaging through the club like a Vietnam Vet Through the jungles, niggas better show me respect Cause like thunder, I’m crashin’ parties with The Bizness I’m more serious, than cardiac arrest When it comes to knockin’ beezies you better step outta my path When we step into the buildin’ my neezies put up your glass (Aye) And to all of you beezies you can get to shakin’ your ass (Aye) If it ain’t poppin’, I’m sippin’ Remi-Martin And it’s nothin’ cause my game remains fat like Eric Cartman (What!) My niggas coppin’ everything on the menu And if there’s not a beezy in site, dip to another venue Hook
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