Lyrics:
Business The Blood Ties

In the dark and sunless hours On the streets of London town There stood you and the boys And you were always messing around When the streets are out ot

In the dark and sunless hours On the streets of London town There stood you and the boys And you were always messing around When the streets are out

) And when it come to squalie, we strangers Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my thug niggas (What up thug?) I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas (What up blood

give is the greatest of all I spread my love around young black multi, this ain't a game son We run businesses this ain't a game son, we run businesses

don't stand for this life you fall for anything I stand for Cream Team, see we plan our dreams shit ain't a game, we don't run game, we run businesses

'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty Look like Michael J. Fox, I got family ties Posing us can't be wise

watch Like old lady getting handbag stolen It's time to chase, chase them criminals I see the devil and the devil is running. Bad business ties turn

at their existence for instance nine to five slave presistence brain washing billboards make for big business subliminal visuals criminal individuals suits and ties

(yup) I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup) I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup) I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz Keep business business