The Biz
Mistah F.A.B. Lyrics

What would you do if ya hood was turned out
Imagine if your neighborhood was rundown

Parents burnt out
Your parents are exhausted

Sleepin on burnt couch
You have nowhere to lie down comfortably

Lights turned out
You have no electricity, no lights in the house

PG&E bill to high
Your energy bill is too expensive to pay

Poppa shermed out
Your dad is addicted to drugs

Brotha locked in jail for life
Your brother is imprisoned for life

Momma thinkin she gone owe bills for life
Your mom is worried she will be in debt for the rest of her life

Its so trife
It's a terrible situation

Stuck in a wind pipe
You feel trapped and unable to breathe

Waitin to cough
You're waiting for something bad to happen

Bill collecters callin pissin u off
Debt collectors are constantly calling, making you angry

Sounds of buggies in ya neighborhood
You hear the sound of carts being pushed around the neighborhood by homeless people

And anything under a thousand cans aint gone do u too good
You need to collect at least a thousand cans to make enough money

Search three days for aluminum bottles and glass
You spend three days looking for aluminum bottles and glass to sell

Just to get one hit
You only get a small amount of money

From tha bottle and glass
From selling the bottles and glass

Young peppahs step up on the throttle and smash
Young people speed up and break bottles and glass to make more money

Little kids die havin fun
Children die in accidents

Ran into another auto and crashed
They crashed into another car

Man its so sad
It's an unfortunate and tragic situation

Let me take you on a trip out here
Let me show you what it's like here

Its nothin to a boss with somthin
Having something is nothing to someone who is already successful

But its somthin to a boss with nothin
Having something means a lot to someone who has nothing

Its tipsy turvey like that
It's an unstable situation

But it is what it is
It's just the way it is

Its how it goes down
That's just how things happen

Its the biz ya dig
It's business, do you understand?

In my part of the map
Where I come from

Marksman hustlin
People are working hard to make money

And everbody target is scratch
Everyone is trying to make a living

Rip the wrath
Be aggressive

Plant the path
Set a goal and work towards it

Most wish they had the seeds to
Many people wish they had the means to succeed

Without the cheese dude
Without money

What would a rat chase
What would someone work hard for?

I stack paps
I make money

Through the cracks of the black fate
Despite the difficult circumstances

Avoid cracks with the jack face
Avoid bad situations

My black race runnin slow in a fast race
Black people are struggling to keep up

Because of my black face
Because of the color of my skin

Police crack place
Police are controlling the situation

Inside my phat lace
In my shoes

Man oakland the last place
Oakland is not a good place to be

You wanna act fake
You don't want to be yourself

Its real enough to see a use to be somthin
It's real enough to see that things used to be better

A washed up nothin
Someone who is no longer successful

Only glory from his good years
Someone who only has good memories of the past

Back in the day
In the past

Now he sip yak up on the track
Now he drinks alcohol on the street

And search for crack in the alley ways
And looks for drugs in the alleys

These oakland cali ways
This is the way of life in Oakland

Happen every day
This is something that happens every day

Hey! Dope fiends shoot up in the telly
Drug addicts inject drugs in hotels

Gettin higher then a astronaut with a baby growin in they belly
They get high as if they were an astronaut with a pregnant wife

Real smelly
It smells bad

Imagine that
Think about that

Name a post
Name a street corner

A block street cokaine the porch
A street corner where you can buy cocaine

Flame n torch
Carry weapons

Some b quick to aim at yo throat
Some people are quick to attack you

Some get locked up an now they got a thang in they coat
Some people get arrested and now they have a weapon on them

Finna lose it man they finna strangled goat
They are going to lose it, they are going to go crazy

For a sacraficical fate, guys go cyco wait
Some people are willing to do anything

Penatentray done em great now he bout to lose his faith
Prison has done them well, but now they are losing faith

Some gain mind focus, somesniff linesof cokus
Some people gain focus, while others do drugs

But thats bogus, the show gets,
But that's fake, the situation gets

more excitin as u ride a vivid memory of a jail house hit
More exciting as you remember a fight in jail

Stab up a prick for the name of ya click
Kill someone for your gang

Dark solitary confinement
Being locked up in a dark solitary cell

Make ya lose ya mind, get release from stale tyme
Cause you to go insane, getting out of jail after a long time

Now u doin fine
Now you're doing okay

Arguin wit ya piece of mind
Having an internal struggle

Causin conflict intense react conduct
Causing conflicts and reacting intensely

Drug in by bmb scent,a prophet to the world my mom sent
Being influenced by the scent of drugs, feeling sent by your mother to help the world

My moms only child F.A.B
F.A.B is the only child of his mother

Hold it down
Stay strong and persevere