| 歌曲 | Bout My Business - Album Version (Explicit) |
| 歌手 | Ja Rule |
| 歌手 | Black Child |
| 歌手 | Caddillac Tah |
| 歌手 | Young Merc |
| 专辑 | R.U.L.E. |
| 作曲 : Jeffrey Atkins & R. Grant & Irving Lorenzo & T. Crocker & R. Gill & J. Crocker & | |
| 作词 : Atkins, Crocker, Crocker, Gill ... | |
| YeahYeah, yeah, yo | |
| I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke | |
| Fresh off the boat, no vest but | |
| I tote, and wear it like a coat | |
| I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut | |
| Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust | |
| Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags | |
| Or the SK-8, drop | |
| Jag with funny tags | |
| Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump | |
| And double barrel slugs like | |
| Elmer Fudd, | |
| I'm handsome | |
| Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, | |
| I'm bangin things at them | |
| They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them | |
| I aim the stainless, let the games begin | |
| Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous | |
| My hoes don't speak | |
| English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange | |
| New Armani leather in the | |
| RangeWhen you see my gang, tuck in your chain | |
| We stuck in the game, we ****in the same, bang | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) | |
| Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear 'em say | |
| It's back to business, stackin riches | |
| If you, act suspicious, it's a | |
| Wrap like | |
| ReynoldsBlack | |
| Continental, mac outta the window | |
| Black's out of his mental, | |
| I black out with pistols | |
| It ain't confidential, all the shit | |
| I been through | |
| Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential | |
| Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die | |
| A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye | |
| Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks | |
| Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip | |
| Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six | |
| Scoop up my chips, then | |
| I split, with my beautiful bitch | |
| Like Jada | |
| Pinkett Smith, for that paper | |
| I leave stinkin and stiff | |
| Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace | |
| Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball | |
| Leavin him bloody like a | |
| Pelican Bay yard brawl | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) | |
| Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear 'em say | |
| Who wanna know why | |
| I got so much beef with so many rappers? | |
| Drama, it's the | |
| INC red rum spun backwards | |
| Karma, is a muh'****er watch your actions | |
| Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas | |
| I catch fire like matches {whew} then blow out | |
| And the flyest crews goin the fastest | |
| Pull up to the hottest club in | |
| New York, with my hazards on | |
| No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor | |
| Straight cash, bout my paper, | |
| I'm on my gangster | |
| Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz | |
| I'm majorMaybach and all that, same behavior | |
| Money over bitches, bitches over strangers | |
| Guns befo' bangers but bangers do | |
| For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue | |
| That they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed | |
| And spin they head like yo' hottest | |
| DJ's, mother****ers | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) | |
| Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear 'em say | |
| I'm bout my money and bout my business |
| zuò qǔ : Jeffrey Atkins R. Grant Irving Lorenzo T. Crocker R. Gill J. Crocker | |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Crocker, Crocker, Gill ... | |
| YeahYeah, yeah, yo | |
| I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke | |
| Fresh off the boat, no vest but | |
| I tote, and wear it like a coat | |
| I' m starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut | |
| Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust | |
| Ain' t shit to discuss, unless it' s moneybags | |
| Or the SK8, drop | |
| Jag with funny tags | |
| Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump | |
| And double barrel slugs like | |
| Elmer Fudd, | |
| I' m handsome | |
| Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, | |
| I' m bangin things at them | |
| They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them | |
| I aim the stainless, let the games begin | |
| Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous | |
| My hoes don' t speak | |
| English, catch ' em at the foreign money exchange | |
| New Armani leather in the | |
| RangeWhen you see my gang, tuck in your chain | |
| We stuck in the game, we in the same, bang | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business bang! | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches bang! | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin bang! | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business yeah! | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous yeah! | |
| Gettin money and nigga it' s insignificant yeah! what? | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear ' em say | |
| It' s back to business, stackin riches | |
| If you, act suspicious, it' s a | |
| Wrap like | |
| ReynoldsBlack | |
| Continental, mac outta the window | |
| Black' s out of his mental, | |
| I black out with pistols | |
| It ain' t confidential, all the shit | |
| I been through | |
| Now I' m gettin money and a mill' is essential | |
| Bang bang, nigga, ' til the day we die | |
| A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye | |
| Nigga you know it' s, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks | |
| Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip | |
| Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six | |
| Scoop up my chips, then | |
| I split, with my beautiful bitch | |
| Like Jada | |
| Pinkett Smith, for that paper | |
| I leave stinkin and stiff | |
| Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace | |
| Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball | |
| Leavin him bloody like a | |
| Pelican Bay yard brawl | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business bang! | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches bang! | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin bang! | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business yeah! | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous yeah! | |
| Gettin money and nigga it' s insignificant yeah! what? | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear ' em say | |
| Who wanna know why | |
| I got so much beef with so many rappers? | |
| Drama, it' s the | |
| INC red rum spun backwards | |
| Karma, is a muh' er watch your actions | |
| Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas | |
| I catch fire like matches whew then blow out | |
| And the flyest crews goin the fastest | |
| Pull up to the hottest club in | |
| New York, with my hazards on | |
| No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor | |
| Straight cash, bout my paper, | |
| I' m on my gangster | |
| Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz | |
| I' m majorMaybach and all that, same behavior | |
| Money over bitches, bitches over strangers | |
| Guns befo' bangers but bangers do | |
| For niggaz that had enough and ain' t got no clue | |
| That they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed | |
| And spin they head like yo' hottest | |
| DJ' s, mother ers | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business bang! | |
| Shout out my niggaz en route to riches bang! | |
| I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin bang! | |
| And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business yeah! | |
| Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous yeah! | |
| Gettin money and nigga it' s insignificant yeah! what? | |
| Always get your pay, | |
| I love it when | |
| I hear ' em say | |
| I' m bout my money and bout my business |