Представляем точный текст композиции "B.b.p. (Business Before Pleasure)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hell Razah . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «B.b.p. (Business Before Pleasure)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hell Razah передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hell Razah - "B.b.p. (Business Before Pleasure)"
Lyrics to B.b.p. (Business Before Pleasure) : (feat. 7th Ambassador, Bambue) [Intro: Hell Razah (Bambue) {7th Ambassador}] B.B.P., in the Bronx, B.B.P. (Yo, uh) {what, what} [7th Ambassador] My commitee of sixll sick in the flip Switch in the nines, and pull out knives Hit the five boroughs at one time We really never like being confined Thats why we speak about trees in our rhyme That type of shit, eases our mind In a everyday struggle, in the jungle Hash was a hustle and niggas be bad to touch you If you dont have the muscle in this modern day, cash or trouble You heard Biggies ass rebuttal, the Mo the Money, the Mo the Problems More ways for me to solve em, more gats keep revolvin So what you talkin', you aint doin nothin but offerin My little shorties a coffin, claimin you a master of a world you lost in Down the mean streets, BX to Compton Who you crossin, dunn get caught walkin On the wrong side of the margin, when shit spray Like somethin they made for dodgin Its all big rims, you mean to floss it [Chorus x2.5: Hell Razah (Bambue)] Bitches come, bitches go Never trust a ho Business Before Pleasure, cuz they out to get ya dough (Niggas come, niggas go, fuck all ya dough If Im a bitch and Im a ho Then Imma go and get my own) [Hell Razah] On the block, crack spot watch in front of the cops He made careers outta corners for his Rolex watch Up in clubs, straight lick-up, past bitches and sons Every Sunday at the Tunnel takin pictures wit thugs Shorty lookin in my face like she fallin in love Yea, I eat meat, close it for the chew in the cut Like Im at a drive a wagon, like you flyin his rug Up in cabin, smoke trees in the jacuzzi tub, what Niggas front, you get uzzi slugs, you be a who-he-was We aint never really give a fuck, son, who he was +Business Before Pleasure+ forever I got tracks road for all winters, Im clever Im not ya everyday stereotype Im more like one of those Hebrew-Israelites, that rock mics Boogie in jails, startin up riots and fights First convict to come home, we be thinkin a like Sex for ice, nowadays love got a price Im used to have more than one wife, singin me paradise Im pretty shinin tight, home Friday night Burn til she hitchhike, we Dick Van Dykes [Chorus x3] [Bambue] Aiyo, Im sick of these fake thugs Sick of these fake grimeys sellin drugs Im sick of these fake thugs bustin slugs Sick of them fake bastards that be after my dough Im sick of the +Fake MCs+ who claim they mastered the flow Sick of the fake producers, sick of the fake fiends who claim they boosters Sick of the fake niggas who didnt choose us Sick of the fake labels, sick of the A&Rs Sick of the fake rappers that they be claimin stars Sick of the fake beats, sick of these fake talkers claimin peace Sick of the West Coast, sick of the East Sick of the fat fatties, takin so long to blow up So sick of this bullshit, that Im bout to throw up [ B.b.p. (Business Before Pleasure) Lyrics ]
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