[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The definition of a player
A nigga that play hoes to make the ends meet
You gotta know the game, how it's played, it's all about thinkin' deep
Some gonna' cross you out, some gonna' smoke you out
But you can talk your ass off
My Glock will break 'em somethin' off proper
I kick it at Raifords where the playas at
Bumpin' pimpin' smokin' sacks
With Dre and RayRay hittin that mask
We love to see these niggas sweat up on our bitches, see
Drizze hit them baby then we vampin' with them dead G's
Rollin' clean, so now them robbers tryna follow us
Fuck number one, my number nine gonna make 'em bite the dust
Pulled to the curb, let them hoes hit the back seat
Ballin' eighty miles, one came up, so I pushed her in the street
Bitch, I need my money no matter whatever the trap just gotta snap
You get me fucked up with that shit
Talkin' 'bout you still broke I gotta beat you, ho
Aizzs I gizzet tizzo you get this pizzay, you dirty bitch
Take me to a commercial, I'll be back to say what happened then
[Chorus: Dr. Dre, The Lady Of Rage, Bo$$, Snoop Dogg & Kurupt]
Once again in the end, they're D-E-A-D
Breakin 'em down to the slab
And I'm hip to every bitch trying to get a grip
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out, now
[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo
But all of a sudden I heard three shots up through my window
I crawled to my bedroom, then I reached up under my mattress
I grabbed my Glock then ran up out the door and started to cap them
The only thing I seen was the dudes from the chevy
Three holes in my wall got me spooked but I ain't scary
I called up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too
I got some static, it's time to jump in my mechanic suit
When I pop the clip into the Smith n' W-E, double S, O-N, ho
I shoot your fuckin' granddaddy off the porch
We caught him slippin', he was hangin' on the back street
Fuck the trunk, we put his ass in the back seat
Glock in his face bitch, don't look at me, he tried to explain
I start to laugh, and then I smacked him with my pistol, mane
Diligent and straight jacked and beat him down
I started not to shoot the ho, but Goldy said "Smoke him"
It ain't shit personal
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
You know—
Don't fuck with me
You—You—You know who you're fuckin' with
A nigga with a crazy check
You know who you're fuckin' with
You know who you're fuckin' with
A nigga with a crazy check
Don't fuck with me
You know who you're fuckin' with
You know who you're fuckin' with
Don't—Don't fuck with me
A nigga with a crazy check
You know who you're fuckin' with
[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Why I can't sleep? I'm still tired, but my eyes open
Early in the mornin' under the sky but I'm still scopin'
Suckers, I'ma rob, then jump into my costume
Jack a nigga for a ki or yams, then commence to boom
Deals got my bitches on they heels, lookin' out for the clout
Smokin' out the weed and these hoes bring the fuckin' trap
My Glock is cocked to pop and drop these niggas down to stang me
I release the clip, you slip, I trip and flip you, can't you dig it, G?
5-0 creepin' fuck them bitches, mane, we stayin' strapped
Woodlawn, Kney Street, Smokey City, Watkins and Brown
Down sound of the twelve when them coppers rollin' through
The thicker the killers, the rougher the niggas
We comin' straight outta the North, fool
Meanin' that, slippin' with this pimpin' will get your ass sprayed
Mike got the TEC, you least expect it, 'cause he got a fade
Awful, ain't it? Backyard niggas down with smokin' hoes
Everything is business bitch, ain't shit personal
