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patrick antonian - it's just business lyrics

you can take the homey out the hood, but you can’t take the hood out the homey whether beverly hills, europe, or uptown, i am still your homey, homey. so even when i’m moving up in the world like the jeffersons i will still acknowledge my homies where ever i go, wherever i go. it’s just business baby

first and for most i vow to never be fowl to the people who supported me before my kaboom. where ever i go, i carry that shit heavy. so no matter my status as i pop or boil, i could not allow or dare a great friendship to foil. you were cool today and an -sshole tomorrow. thats a lost chuckle while your jewels got cargo. the hood don’t change only people do and i can not, not be, who those people knew. and i don’t consider it a visit, if that visit was a week ago, came form a freeway view. i mean i call you preview, its peakacu, cause you drive by without saying hi. i just know im horrible at good byes, so ever time i g2g i reply

you can take the homey out the hood but you can’t take the hood out of the homey whether beverly hills, europe, or uptown, i am still your homey, homey. so even when i’m moving up in the world like the jeffersons i will still acknowledge my homies where ever i go, wherever i go. it’s just business baby

yea let it rock, they know i push hard. on top support like a push bra. get it? never g-ssed, no need to push cars. let em be mad on how we push far. yea, big brother like cisco. put that on my mother, need b-tter like nabisco. put that on the others and my kin folk. they know i been a rider, been a fighter like kimbo. love, life, liberty, and respect. without y’all theres no energy, i am left. mentally just instantly hitting next, spittin symphonies, substentionally till i rest. death before dishonor. loyal representing, they waitin the death of your honor. best to stay stronger. can’t give a doubt, quitting just as good as failure, so we gone ride a wave, ima be the sailor

young troublemakers in the hollywood streets the double s, southsidin riding hard to the beat. we on some holla at me if you got a problem with me, still on some holla me if you got a problem with me. ain’t nothin change but my zip code. the status rise like dough. we applyin heat, the pressure is real b-mpoin while gripping the steering wheel enjoying that good smoke, feeling lovely, exhaling a cloud real slow. yea, i never lost love for the homies in the hood, thats why we never lost touch. still hustle with fan on the front, its all trust, split everything 3 ways, everything ads up. money in the bank like scr-ppy and young buck, hollow knee to the chest like tony in ong bach. won’t rest till my people eating good an on top. don’t stop, clock work, we working it all out

- patrick antonian lyrics

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