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letra de business is business - godfather of harlem

[intro: dave east]
business is business, can’t leave no witness (not one)

[verse 1: dave east]
it ain’t nothin’ to discuss, just know the city mine (mine)
if it’s a problem, i’m around, lets meet up anytime (anytime)
if we can get this sh-t to work, then we can really shine
somebody mother gon’ lose a child if he think of stealin’ mine
back to how it started, that prison cell made me sharper
i come around, it get darker, just try to breathe
got so many tricks up under my sleeve (so many)
thirty six ounces of c0ke, you got you a key
more ’tillery is needed, we takin’ over
give a f-ck about that love now, you hate? then show it
this a once in a lifetime chance, i’d hate to blow it
don’t know what he was thinkin’, headshots, brains are showin’
my sh-t get deep, you think i hang wit’ [?], rock him to sleep
rob him right before he speak, i bet he ain’t gon’ know it
me and my lady up lennox, [?]
i’m known to handle business
always had a hand in sinnin’
tailor fitted, no time to act cute (no time)
pull up in black suits
we ain’t flashin’ guns, these gats shoot my exact move
the money got us arrogant
down on one knee, i met the streets and then i marry it
the evidence, we bury it
saved a bunch of my n-ggas, they looked at me like harriet
broke is so embarr-ssin’, i cleared that up like claritin
broad daylight, shots fired, they all saw it
it’s a long line before you talk with the godfather

[chorus: dave east]
business is business, can’t leave no witness (not one)
beginning to finish, just handle business
sh-t gettin’ realer, i bet they feel it (i bet they feel it)
pray before you eat, you’on’t know when your last dinner

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
hear my ancestors in the back, cheerin’ and screamin’
i was hustlin’, gettin’ money while you n-ggas was dreamin’
n-ggas stuck in la la land, n-ggas is leanin’
on the block, they do more bullets than w-lly beaman (huh)
and they givin’ sunday gunplay, where your son play
now i lay and sunbathe with models off the runway
and i’m gettin’ dumb cake, you lookin’ wit’ that dumb face
ice gimme chills, shakin’ like a harlem junkie
[?], don’t f-ck up my feng shui
makin’ millions, thought that i was rich off of 1k
diamonds in my muzzle, gettin’ [?] like ruffles
and i’m all about the hustle, half a mil in the duffel
heavy bags, these bags make you n-ggas get a weak [?]
she bag teabags, now your b-tch is wearin’ kneepads
now your spot taken, more hits than a speed bag
’bout to send them n-ggas to your family where you sleep at

[outro: dave east]
business is business, can’t leave no witness (business)
business is business, can’t leave no witness (not one)
sh-t gettin’ realer, i bet they feel it
pray before you eat, you’on’t know when your last dinner

- godfather of harlem

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