Bu$ine$$ Is Bu$ine$$ - PMD

…niggas was rhymin, man, at this fashion show shit

Knaw I mean, some R&B niggas

What happened to the beats and rhymes?

Word up, son

Knaw I mean?

You’re makin moves on your own, huh?

I got ears, you know?

I hear things.

You know?

What do you hear about or the Diaz brothers?

What about them?

What about Gaspar Gomez?

What is he gonna do when you start movin 2000 ki’s…

Fuck Gaspar Gomez and fuck the fuckin Diaz brothers!

Fuck em all!

I bury those cockaroaches!

What they ever do for us?

Don’t kick jokes, cause this ain’t the right time

Disrespect, you regret it for your lifetime

Fuckin with Pee, only thing you got to do is shine

Get yours, kid, just chill, cause I’ma get mine

Look Frank, time has come

We gotta expand

The whole operation…

Yo, business is business

Follow the whiz kid

Flip the rap, get the fat crib

Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig

I’m not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs, you dig?

I want that ass, then my crew got dibs with the lids

Accurate rhymin type this is You know what this is, I’m strictly biz while you ???

Tryin to mic-block the Mic-Doc, the Funk Zyklop

What you want, dun?

This is my spot

Change what lock?

Aiyo, you bound to catch a speed knot

Runnin with the dreadlock predators (Das EFX) real hip-hop

Caught in the death block, so what up, ack?

Beamin down, star-trekin niggas like Dr. Spock

Let’s get this straight now:

I never fucked anybody over in my life didn’t have it comin to.

You got that?

All I have in this world is my balls and my word.

And I don’t break em for nobody.

Do you understand?

That piece of shit up there, I never liked him,

I never trusted him.

For all I know he had me set up,

And had my friend Angel Fernandez killed.

But that’s history.

I’m here, he’s not.

You wanna go out with me, you say it then.

You don’t, then you make a move.

The human generator, MC slash eliminator

Irritator, PMD kicks the rhyme data

Blowin up Boondox Records, so check it Respected, paid mad dues, now watch me wreck shit

So peep this out, paw, rugged and raw

Didn’t see what you thought you saw

Now you’re gettin floored

Like the pedal to the metal

I’m hot like a tea kettle

PMD wins the gold medal

No time to l&, crack a forty, get &ed

Cause niggas wanna test, we get wild like boot c&

In the Garden, fuck the stardom, I beg your pardon

Catch a bitch slippin, knock out the whole bottle

I’m too rugged, steppin through drippin with ice nuggets

You can’t hang, my ???'s your fuckin album budget

You know my steez, four golds, EPMD

Fuck the break up, I’m gettin mines, gee

Why the fuck would I hurt you?