Let Me Take His Ass Out (It’s All About The Business)

You strapped my nigga  
Yeah, these hollow points bullets just making my pocket bigger    
You sure this fuck stashes his dope way the fuck out here      
Word up, and his Benjamins even near      
      
This fuck trying to hide out        
Gee, this cracker got mouth without any clout      
The word around town        
He still sniffing around trying to take this Queen down      
      
Then let’s do this      
And I got your back for any unexpected shit        
If I get in a jam let those bullets rip like you taking a piss      
Forsho…I thought you was out the game with these nightly hits      
What, being bored sitting in Manhattan, shopping all day, and playing at that love gig      
      
How long you’ve known this bitch, my presence alone with the Mafia is a gift      
No mercy even for a beautiful cunt if I’m tasting it        
You know my creed to make them bleed      
And death for a snitch when he fat mouthing his lips      
        
I stand on oath when it comes to interfering in my business      
Money, diamonds, and dope, nothing less is ever crossed off my list      
And a free come up off a lick      
Money with me always over any man’s hard dick        
And for a stanky clit        
      
Gee, put your night goggles on      
I got you sexy, it’s time we serve these bitches a lullaby song      
Hold up... there’s a dick in there I need some answers from      
However, shoot his pale ass if he breathes or tries to run      
      
Your ruthlessness is starting to show sexy      
Quiet is how I come and leave the scene after it’s bloody and messy      
Right on time… take his bitch out first      
Word      
Yeah let him know, he do not give up his supply he gets it worst      
      
I need to get back to New York tonight      
In and out if we do this right      
And nigga keep your six feet distance      
Remember Gee, the Nun Runner leaves no witnesses      
      
Damn you upgraded, where your Glock      
Retired, this forty-five, with my suppressor is gentler to my finger when it pops      
You know how this shit goes      
And it’s less conspicuous for any patrolling Five-O      
Cover me Gee, and let’s fucking roll      
      
Hand the wire cutter to me      
What’s done in the dark only the wind will only hear their pleads      
Done deal Gee.. let's go      
It's time to show these candy ass punks to some me respect so go with my flow      
Them or us Gee        
I got you my Queen to and fro      
      
You move you dead bitch      
My hollow points do not miss      
Gee check his timid ass for any weapons      
Did you really think I would let you live and just keep stepping      
Damn my Queen you just bashed him in the head with the bunt of your gun      
He looked like he was about ready to run      
And I still got my stilettoes on nobody moves until this assassin is done  
Then we burn everyone        
      
Three clock position shoot her ass and take cover      
Throw the grenade Gee..  we outa here while the screams and chaos still hover      
Boom .. boom..      
Isn’t stolen military artillery what makes American great      
Once my smoke clear.. bitch I'm gone.. only dental records can identify you from your fate