Business Never Personal

Chorus: busta rhymes Rewind... Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind... [erick sermon] Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan Godamn, yo, watch me slam Taking the bassline, freaking my lines Squeezing my reebox's pumps and kriss kross

Ah yeah it's the home of the microphone master Houdini I'm dope some don't believe me Unless I stress and bust a cap from steel Aim for the dome show em that I'm real hardcore The underground rapper who's wrecking I pack a Smith and Wesson on my righ

What's up wit' that homegirl, why you frontin' My raggamuffin', c'mon, help me wit' somethin' You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions I wanna rock wit' you like Michael Jackson Erick, what slow down, baby You're not Seal, so why you actin' cra

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(Erick Sermon) Erick Sermon's in the house Let's get up, let's get down Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit) Con