Business Never Personal lyrics

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(Chorus)
Coming straight from the boon dox(3x)

(PMD)
Coming straight from the boon dox, when my tune stomps like Sasquatch
You better slow down cuz I'm top notch
Wit the be-bop, can't you see hopps
Yo, I'm swinging wild, g, chill or catch a speed knock
For crying out loud, my style is buckwhyled
Straight from Strong Isle, peace to the ooh child

(PMD)
It's a fact, I'm mad hard like a jail yard
I'm sick, slow, call me a retard
Can't hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
Dark as hell and water drippin
Parrish Smith, mentally sick
Serial rap killer like Dave Berkowitz
Yes, the son of Sam and I'll be godamn
So take the force and get the balls and watch me slam, man
The exquisite rap wizard from the boon dox

Chill...
Yeaaaa, hahahaha

(Erick Sermon)
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill, fresh new dip when I'm seen
Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double
I pack a Mac 10 just in case of trouble
Hot like the handle on a pot, I'm steaming
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman

(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Yes, return the last dragon, balls of fire
Back to attack, and sharp like barbed wire
The ruff rugged male human black alien
My style's, foreign, compared to an Israelian
I rock, and shock a new style
Hardcore's the profile, I bust a cap for the buckwild
I'm back in effect, how's that?
I'm not Teddy Riley but I'm swingin like a New Jack

[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!

(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad] The head banger

Verse One: Parrish Smith

Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots
of the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strap

[Featuring Redman]
Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin')
Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what cha saying
Verse One: Redman
I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom did the bassline crank
From being rated R from being top rank
I'm hard like an erection

(Erick Sermon)
Ah yeah, it's the home of the microphone master, Houdini
I'm dope, some don't believe me
Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel
Aim for the dome, show em that I'm real hardcore
The underground rapper who's wrecking
I pack a Smith and Wesson on my right section
I'm strappep, at all time, Jack
Nine mills to gap, for a punk suck new jack

(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl, why you frontin
My raggamuffin, c'mon, help me wit somethin
You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions
I wanna rock wit you like Michael Jackson
(coughing) Erick, what slow down, baby
You're not Seal, so why you actin Crazy
I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute
Us buggin out, and us knockin boots

Intro/Chorus:
Ooooooohhhhh...
(repeat 4X)
E Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
P Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
Verse One:
E Who killed Jane?
P Not the Squad yo we've been framed
The charge
E Murder one son for the death of Jane
P Murder?
E Yeah homicide kid time to take a ride
P Where?
E Downtown
P For what?
E To check your alibi

Intro/Chorus:

Ooooooohhhhh...

(repeat 4X)

E - Who killed Jane, who killed Jane?
P - Not the Squad kid, I think we've been framed

Verse One:

E - Who killed Jane?
P - Not the Squad yo, we've been framed
The charge
E - Murder one son for the death of Jane
P - Murder?
E - Yeah homicide kid time to take a ride
P - Where?
E - Downtown
P - For what?
E - To check your alibi