Who am I to flip a wicked bitch?
Business is business
But now the revelation has revealed
How the Bo$$ bitch is trying to get rich
And doing a good job
And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shitOh shit, I think I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz in a daze
Some kind of way I have become a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta
I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered withFuck it, at least I got rid of the pamper
Later on I mix up with some G's
Kickin' it on the corner curb
Talkin' about expanding to PittsburghI'm out here on the cut smokin' bud with Macaroni
Instead of us servin' niggas this fucka's tryin' to bone me
But I ain't trying to hear this Bitch made elf
I ain't in the mood 'cause I don't fuck around with the help, bastardIf it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the casket
I'd have your ass hit then watch the fool die trickin'
While I be countin' crispy ass dollars
Like Louisiana fried chickenAnd takin' a sip of his favorite drink
At the grave as I stare through the shade, your shit still stinks
I wasn't tryin' to see an explanation 'cause
As far as I'm concerned the only way to progress
Is through eliminationGot's to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no loss
At whatever the cost
Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to goTime is running, out I'm still self employed
They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get back to Detroit
Fuck it if I need to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too
And step the fuck off as if I never knew them foolsSee ya, now the shit is going my way
I'm hittin' the highway, no mo' drive by's in my drive way
This is what's happening I'm finally at my destination
I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get crackin' fuck a curling ironI'll get that shit did later meanwhile I'm on some ol'
Bucka a sucka quick shit fo paper
And I'm disectin' at the same time progressin'
Eliminating like a lunatic shootin' quickCall it what you want but I'll be brief
I don't trust a motherfucker
Unless a motherfucker is me, G
Getting' sweated is just an inspirationSo I don't regret it when you get your BC date
'Cause it's all about elimination
Got to go, yeah, got to goFuck up and I'll have yo ass hitch hikin'
From Idaho, yo, Bo$$ is knockin' out silly shit
Let me hit this Philly spliff
Now, it's time to really tripI gettin the feelin' that these niggas
Is into my shit
Plus, the munchies got me wanting a burger
But first the murderKnockin' em off was a cinch but I'm stuck
And ain't no way that I'm a rest my head on
Another bench, fuck
I'm sick of this shit, let me slip into this alleyAnd try to fly as high as I can get
With 200 blunts and 100 spliffs
Tryin' to make it to Detroit, DetroitNow every member of my click is in his grave
I'm truly the BO$$ bitch now, nobody's slave, how do I plea?
Listen, I'll neva give an explanation 'cause as far as I'm concerned
The only way to progress is through eliminationGots to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no loss
At whateva the cost
EliminationGot's to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no loss
At whateva the cost
EliminationGot's to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no loss
At whateva the cost
EliminationGot's to go, yeah, got to go
Bo$$, teach her a lesson