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letra de business - torné

[intro]

you know, tommy? i did what i could for you, i pulled strings, called in favors. i was your friend, tommy. i hoped you’d see sense, see what’s good for business. i trusted you, tommy, and you disappointed me. but at least someone in your chicken sh-t organization knows how to do business. isn’t that right, lance?
i’m sorry tommy. this is vice city. this is business

[verse 1]

go ahead and be a disappointemnt
you’re not good for business so go straight to your mother’s
this is how i handle it, ’cause i’m enterprise
no quitting to this thing ’till i become worldwide
hit the scene like a self financed, broke -ss
made from pac, biggie, pun, earl and doom, smoke gr-ss
from the finest dealer, i’m the fiendish n-gga
won’t stop rhyiming ’till i stop breathing, n-gga
now back to tommy with his chicken sh-t organization
no hilfiger, they sell expensive for less, what an abomination
in this place, you just can’t do that sh-t
be good to your clients, build trust with them
otherwise another motherf-cker is going to take your spot
this is the vice city, you might even get caught, or get shot
you better learn how to do business, fight or flight
wanna get rich? slang, no matter the age, no matter if black or white

[verse 2]

a whole pound of haze in the trunk for personal enjoyment
another three in the back seat for especial deliveries
me hiring n-ggas to sell in the streets rise the rates of employment
i put the pen in the paper to sign and the ink is replaced with poison
they trynna moisten the streets with blood of my blood
me? clean hands, sending my people to make ’em hit the floor
multiple o’s in the bank, i’m the c.e.o. of this business world
my ways may be corrupt, but that’s how n-ggas like me keep up, sorry

[verse 3]

no, of course i’m not a patient of extreme dementia
running from the shrink while picturing a parallel dimension
willing to do anything to avoid the injection
i’m not that, and the voices telling me to wake up is just mad schizophrenia
no, i didn’t have an accident while selling drugs
i didn’t get runned over by someone who was high as f-ck
out of the dope that i sold to them
and hurt my brain to recieve terrible mental damage
went to the madhouse to believe i’m some godlike businessman, i’m not that man, of course i’m not

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