IT AIN'T PERSONAL

Man, they go and sold me Like you never know who your true friends are Until you get a little bit on money I mean, you 're both broke And there's no strain on the relationship You're both broke And if you got money, he ain't got no paper He still needs you So you'll never know how he really feels about you When you both get some paper, you'll see We use to get money together Phone honey's together Pushing chromed out Twinkies Custom Gucci leather You claimed it's all love But nigga its what ever 'Cause this is business It ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn feinds Ain't no rules In this war for this green, this is business It ain't personal Look, I'm a grown man, dog And I ain't got time to be running behind ya'll I know when I first started It was crazy to ya'll He's going to start his own label Could never be able Well nigga, you been wrong before And you'll be wrong again If you bet against him We move thru the hood Like identical twins But it just so happen That a nigga made it rapping You showed your true colors Your nigger's stay yapping That don't stop him A nigga way platinum Stop thru the hood Say what's happening Fake thugs fake what's up Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs Gotta one my self for your fake shit I raise up, hop in my wheels and I pealed Streets are blazed up I'm about business dog Your nigga's stay up one We use to get money together Phone honey's together Pushing chromed out Twinkies Custom Gucci leather You claimed it's all love But nigga its what ever 'Cause this is business It ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn feinds Ain't no rules In this war for this green, this is business It ain't personal I wish, I wish The success we can all get a piece of it, word That ain't real dog 'Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more But rich or poor I'm a keep it real my nigger Invest on chips and watch my money heel get bigger And do things like pull up to some clubs And scouts with Jigga and yelling out; “Hey” What the fuck, pop that crist my nigga And many wants to know how many chicks I have so Well, it ain't your business what's behind my door And you nigga's don't appreciate shit Helped you out and you still act like a lil' bitch Then you wonder why I put your ass in the tenth row When you asking me for some tickets, to my “TP-2” show Lord, tell me why we don't like to see us blow We use to get money together Phone honey's together Pushing chromed out Twinkies Custom Gucci leather You claimed it's all love But nigga its what ever 'Cause this is business It ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn feinds Ain't no rules In this war for this green, this is business It ain't personal A-like, B-like, we don't vibe no more Because we don't see a like your Mom got it twisted She think Hov change, nope Hov still here like rogaine Ask your boy what he did to the ho again How he jeopardize the whole gang Now when we see each other is so strange I don't know whether to hug 'em or slug 'em I don't know whether to cap 'em or dap 'em I don't know what to think of 'em I don't know what's happening But what I do know, all the nigga's that you know Locked up dudes, a few though Or who knows, maybe it wasn't you Maybe I'm buggin' to, but I'm scared dog I don't know what the fuck to do Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes And gain no exceptions, gotta follow the rules We use to get money together Phone honey's together Pushing chromed out Twinkies Custom Gucci leather You claimed it's all love But nigga its what ever 'Cause this is business It ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn feinds Ain't no rules In this war for this green, this is business It ain't personal