Bad Azz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Personal Business Lyrics

f/ Val Young

 

 

 [Bad Azz talking]

 Handle yours

 Ay, Life is a Personal Business

 You see what I'm handlin'

 It's Personal Business

 You handle your Business

 Before I handle you, you heard me

 Val holla at 'em

 

 [Chorus: Val Young]

 Take care of your Personal Business

 Don't never let the game catch you slippin'

 Take care of your Personal Business

 Don't let the game get you and drive you insane

 

 [Verse 1]

 This here life of mine down this one way street

 So unpredictable, tryin' to run into a Dollar

 Drama all I seem to get into, can't rewind time

 So the problems that's mine, is either solve 'em

 Or deal with 'em tomorrow, can't borrow, ain't got a job

 Money ain't circulatin', cops had the spot dropped

 So it ain't no work in yay(?), What's up?

 I'm thinkin' "Damn, I need a Dollar"

 I feel stuck and the hard times make me wanna holla

 God help me out here, oh no I'm with my last

 Knowin' I can be the next to die, gone with the pass that

 I don't wanna feel like real life's hard to live

 Fake cuz when they do me, ay, this ain't no movie

 Ain't no take too, you ever think about where your

 Life gon' take you? ain't you grateful to be alive

 Or you wanna die cuz life hates you, don't let it take you

 Or make you or break you

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 2]

 Oh yeah, the game a get ya, hit ya hard and make ya fall

 And you get broke with no hope and, no get back

 Let's try hard to see success and not the stress and get there

 You stay persistent long enough, you prolly have shit where

 Everything you need'll be excatly where it need to be

 To me the streets and peace are never seen in (?)

 See really forgot about the kids doin' what we did

 Part of gettin' high watchin' time go by

 Now they wanna smoke and drink and ride on by

 Catch a case, be at their pace and it's a long cold ride

 Judge just gave Shorty Mack 1-0-5 and I doubt he'll live

 to be a hundred and thirty three, they try to tellin' me he gon' die

 Yo, in the penitentiary, he mentioned he needed me to send him a 

 Package, I'ma shoot it to ya, man I know the game'll do it to ya

 Yes it will like that, like that

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3]

 For me, it's been a long time comin' with a stretch up in here

 I ain't scared but I don't wanna be dead

 I caught the game tryin' to kill me and found out it's been

 Several attempts, it hurts to know this shit gettin' so personal

 At once, don't they know you can't do nothin' about it

 Least you know the world'll never be crowded(*laughter*)

 The same thang that'll make you laugh'll make you cry

 The same game that got you rich will make you die

 Fuck the truth, we like livin' in a lie, it ain't no time

 To try to find my lost mind, I'm on the grind, I got rent

 I need nickels and dimes would I be sent and life be as a

 Personal business, sell your service not your soul

 If you ain't got no dough, Nah I ain't tellin' and try to go

 And try to sell your brain, if you ain't got you a scale

 And a barreler cane, I'm just sayin' got to use what you got

 to, do what you want and most folks don't

 I gotta handle mine, you better

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Bad Azz ad-libs]