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shawty pimp & mc spade - takin' care of business - remix lyrics

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[verse 1: mc spade & shawty pimp]
punk b+tch you best to back yo’ ass up from a real n+gga
mc spade is the motherf+cker on the trigger
shawty+shawty pimp my n+gga+n+gga shootin’ rounds, b+tch
ball up in the club, start to sweatin’ up on a fine trick
once i get the suckin’ from the b+tch i get a phone call
shawty pimp’s in trouble, jump into my car, i gotta ball
12+gauge mossberg, pull up on the dope track
see uncovered shawty, so i pull my car around the back
walk up to my n+gga, you aight? (yeah i’m cool, pimp)
took one to the leg, so my n+gga walkin’ with a limp
handed ’em a 12+gauge, started takin’ no slack
hollerin’ while he shootin’, yellin’, n+ggas, get the f+ck back
shawty pimp, what you wanna do? they got us f+cked up
take thеy whole crew, and sweep they ass with a mack truck
yеah, that’s the plan, young n+ggas go and get yo’ gang
me and shawty pimp got our finger on them trigger thangs
took the whole crew, marked they ass like i said, trick
all hail pimpin’, left them motherf+ckers dead, b+tch
vamped the f+ckin’ scene, balled off with the quickness
me and shawty pimp, straight takin’ care of business

[verse 2: shawty pimp]
yeah, them n+ggas tried to gank me, mane, them n+ggas must be trippin’
time to get my f+ckin’ glock, i finna catch them n+gga slippin’
you’s a ho, that’s how i treat you, so my n+gga listen up
me and spade ain’t no gangsters, but you got us f+cked up
wanna fight over a woman, mane, you lost your f+ckin’ mind
all addicted to your b+tches, yeah, i know your f+ckin’ kind
yeah, that’s shawty pimp, that player that don’t even gives a sh+t
straight pimpin’ young hoes on the other level, b+tch
i don’t ever f+ck with you if you don’t ever f+ck with me
if you cross my f+ckin’ path i’ma put one in you, g
not a .22, a .9 glock that’s what a n+gga keep
do a k!llin’, do a stain, put a n+gga six feet deep
don’t be carin’, do it quick, ’cause them coppers on my tail
boomin’ dope up on a track, tryna put me in a cell
catch you slippin’, then i c+ck, ’cause its time for you to go
try to run, then i shoot, hop in the car and dash, ho
on a mission to get rich, yeah, i’m lettin’ you n+ggas know
pimpin’ is big business, n+gga, gotta make some cash flow, so
n+ggas when i do a crime, f+ck another witness
i’ma keep on doin’ mine, takin’ care of business



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