Letras
Yeah it's known, big homey T.I. flowed the same song
Same title, different state/ Same mentality that I use
Eliminate the guys that try you/ Follow blueprints for survival
Pop this CD in your deck let guy who's speaking guide you
Excuse me if I surprised you/ and my flow just flew right by you
Shit, I tried to tone it down
But yet these clowns steady misguide you
I sense a strange feeling niggas hating on B (I could give a fuck!)
Shit, look over to your bitch and see her nodding to the beat
Nah, she nodding on me/ Your trick is oh so sleazy
Flow so breezy
Add a couple 0's and I will coach your CD
Ghost for a small fee
Produced about four beats/ Collect all your royalties
Props to H-Town, I'm coming down like a spider
Low, in something you played bingo with
Like you was a toddler
Got your stubborn momma convincing you that
[Sigh] I'm your father
Look I could listen to your tracks
But they wack, so why bother, cause
Too many niggas out, trying to be Eazy
Soon they gone figure out they can't be Eazy
Even if you had my MP & Motif
Bitch, you could not be me/ Please believe me!
Too many niggas out, trying to be Eazy
Soon they gone figure out they can't be Eazy
Even if you hustled for cash/ Stay with some ass
Boy, you could not see me...Please, believe me!
Say hello to B-Eazy: The Businessman
Who is this man? None other than
Brent Barge, (a.k.a. The Lyrical Murderer)
Barge House, I know you heard of
If not, look at the cover
Boss man, understand/ Yeah, that's a handsome brother!
From the gators of the gutter/ To gators in every color
Linen outfit with the hat to match/ Fedora with the feather
Flying by my competition/ Fuck they vision up quick!
Plus I run shit, nigga/ You just run nigga, shit!
I'm getting brains & knowledge
Straight from your dame in college
Still don't believe me?
Watch how quick she hide my head like an ostrich