It Ain't Personal

Man, **** once told me like

You never know who your true friends are

Until you, umm, both got a little bit of money

I mean, 'cause ya'll both broke

Then there's no strain on the relationship

You're both broke

And if you got money

And he ain't got no paper

He still needs you

So you'll never know how

He really feel about you

When ya'll both get some paper

You'll see

We used to get money together

Phone honeys together

Pushin' chromed out twinkies

In custom Coach leather

You claim it's all love

But **** it's whatever

'Cause this is business

It ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war

For this green

This is business and it ain't personal

Look, I'm a grown man dawg

And I ain't got time

To be running behind ya'll

I know when I first started

It was crazy to ya'll

"He's gon' start his own label

He'll never be able."

Well, **** you been wrong before

And you'll be wrong again

If you bet against him

We move through the hood

Like identical twins

But it just so happens

That a **** made it rapping

You showed your true colors

Ya'll **** stay yapping

That don't stop him

My **** weigh platinum

Stop through the hood

To say "What's happenin?"

Fake hugs, fake wassup

Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs

Gotta warn myself for your fake shit

I raise up

Hop in my wheels and I peel

Streets are blazed up

About my bid'ness dawg

Ya'll **** need to stay up - one

We used to get money together

Phone honeys together

Pushing chromed out Twinkies

In custom Coach leather

You claim it's all love

But **** it's whatever

'Cause this is business

It ain't personal (it ain't personal)

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war

For this green

This is business and it ain't personal

I wish, I wish

That success, we could all

Get a piece of it (word)

But that ain't real, dawg (no)

'Cause in these streets it's war

The industry much more

But rich or poor

I'ma keep it real, my ****

Invest in chips

And watch my money hill get bigger

And do things like

Pull up to some clubs

In the skirts with Jigga

And yellin' out HEY!

What the fuck, pop that

Cris, my ****

And then he wants to know

How many chips I done sold

Well it ain't ya'll business

What's behind my doors

And ya'll **** don't appreciate shit

Helped you out

And you still actin' like a lil' bitch

Then you wonder why

I put yo' ass in the tenth row

When you asked me for some tickets

To my TP-2 show

Lawd, tell me

Why we don't like to see us grow

We used to get money together

Phone honeys together

Pushin' chromed out twinkies

In custom Coach leather

You claim it's all love

But **** it's whatever

'Cause this is business

It ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war

For this green

This is business and it ain't personal

A-alike, B-alike

We don't vibe no more

Because we don't C-alike

And your mom got it twisted

She think Hov' changed

Nope, Hov's still here like Rogaine

Ask your boy what he did to the whole game

How he jeopardized the whole gang

Now when we see each other

It's so strange

I don't know whether

To hug 'em or slug 'em

I don't know whether

To cap 'em or dap 'em

I don't know what to think of him

I don't know what's happening

But what I do know

All the **** that you know?

Locked up doin' a few though

But who knows?

Maybe it wasn't you

Maybe I'm buggin' too

But I'm scared, dawg

I don't know what the fuck to do

Do me a favor

Place yourself in my shoes

The game, no exceptions

Gotta follow the rules

We used to get money together

Phone honeys together

Pushing chromed out Twinkies

In custom Coach leather

You claim it's all love

But **** it's whatever

'Cause this is business

It ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war

For this green

This is business and it ain't personal