Artist: Cappadonna f/ Crunch Lo, Shyheim Album: The Yin & The Yang Song: Big Business Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Cappadonna] For real, for real Yo this is based upon a true story Uh, from the man that lost land, yo [Cappadonna] I'm goin all out, I love trout, black is what I be about 95 South, all the way up, I tear the mic's up BB Conduct where ever lightenin struck Tear the jail up, truck with the mind fool Truck with jewels, forget Babylon rules I'm losin with the Angels, gone from Park Hill Let the Gods build and all of that, graduation hat Bigger stats, y'all hardly ever seen, besides CREAM I got the vaccine for y'all Uncle Tom rappers I told y'all before to be easy, Devils attack in this practice Provocative songs, yea it's Donna, don't even panic Hold y'all like the Atlantic, Pillage at the service Clubs start to get nervous, loose lips is like emptyin clips Packed with the info, join the revolution, slang prostitution Even if you're boostin, play it like you still chill Homocide Hill, from the other side, my mother's side Struggle and part tide, a baby that never cried A family that never died, I see everything from the outside Lookin in... [Chorus: Crunch Lo] OTF in The Pillage, we all comin through Watch your back nigga, and your girl, watch her too Cuz we conduct Big Business, raw is how we give this Live this, that's how we conduct Big Business OTF in The Pillage, hide your shine Nigga when we come through, might have to jump on you Cuz we conduct Big Business, raw is how we live this Give this, that's how we conduct Big Business [Shyheim] I ride shotgun in Cappa's black MF 420 Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a 30/30 Shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about Y'all niggas is pussy, that's why y'all get eaten out Niggas hate me now, cuz I be so Jig My A/K/A outta be Shawn Carter My heart bigger than my ego, hijo I put my life on the line and hit both free throws You deal wit a parole hoe, guzzle the Old Gold Wit no bag, on the blid-ock, holdin the glid-ock You can't fuck with the shid-ock Locks it down like J to the mwah from the muthafuckin Lid-Ox S is for my son, H I'm not havin it Cuz I'm not the one, A is for the ammo that I keep for my gid-uns B is for the Bloods, bandanas and the bid-uns C is for the Crips, comrades and canyon We A-alike, B-alike so we C-alike I run wit niggas that stay in jail, the Iron Mic I get hype and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit [Chorus] [Cappadonna] God keep shinin ya light, I gotta call him Felt like the angels was fallin But with this God-given mic, I restored the faith My love for the prophets keep me safe See I don't have to worry cuz I know God is great If it wasn't for the father, it wouldn't be a Bill Gates No Bill Clinton, no United States Peep it, explore my mind like a secret If the music ain't good, y'all won't leak it So I give thanks and praise to the Almighty The spirit in the music hits y'all lightly Motown hip-hop, don't try to fight me I call on the archangel, cast out the hate All-time Cappachino the great A role model, like Treach and Pepa Double-L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett The way I think it, my songs speak to you You better stay focused and the beast won't eat you [Break: Crunch Lo] OTF in The Pillage, OTF in The Pillage [Chorus]