[Intro: Bishop Lamont - talking]

Ahhh. Ha ha ha ha. Jeah, live and direct, somewhere over your motherfuckin' heads.

It's your boy Bishop Lamont, Taje, Indef. You know what time it is. J1 on the boards. I'm drinkin' again! You know what we about. (The Bizness)



[Verse 1:]

Deja Vu brah

Before I met her, I already knew her

Slutty dame, sexy thang, a peruah

A gymnast, loved to be flipped

Somersault with a twist

Could have won the gold at the Olympics

Sprinkle manure, I'm on that pimp shit

Never see my sweat

My game like Clear Stick

Yeah, I'm buff motherfucker but I ain't Melle Mel

Love makin' songs for the bitches, I guess I'm LL

But no mic on the arm, just an 18 tatted on my python

News flash, guess who L.A. got they eye on?

Little niggas talk big shit after you hop off my dick, hop back into your Scion

What's the fuss about?

Haters shut your mouth

Deep down inside, admit it, you just wanna hang out

Touch Dre's muscles, ride Aftermath's dick

You faggots talk about me more than my ex-bitch



[Chorus:]

Why you niggas all on me?

Want me?

Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch

Maybe it's cause you're lonely

And you want me

No thank you, faggots stay off my dick

Why you niggas all on me?

You don't don't know me

Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit

Momma always told me

Don't be

A playa hatin' punk ass bitch



[Verse 2: Taje]

They say Taje is vicious

Stay gone off blunt and swishers

All it takes is one listen

To make your misses my mistress

I read the mayo on bitches

Y'all know I handle business

Known to knock out any rapper/producer or DJ senseless

Now bottoms up girl

No not them bottles girl

I love your face but that ass could be a model girl

I'm greedy and grotesque

Free Scorpio till death

Never needed them jewels, my skin bright enough to shine it's damn self

When they gonna catch up to me?

When they gonna catch up to P?

Been a millennium ahead before we ever hooked up with the D.R.E.

That's why the money pilin'

That's why we be on islands

Y'all niggas talk away, I'm Andre 5000

We don't even need no toilets

That's what them rappers fo'

We shit on them take they music, wipe and roll

Then Mop & Glo

The flow is cold, Antarctica, North Pole

When I drop

Timber, I'll let you know



[Chorus:]

Why you niggas all on me?

Want me?

Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch

Maybe it's cause you're lonely

And you want me

No thank you, faggots stay off my dick

Why you niggas all on me?

You don't don't know me

Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit

Momma always told me

Don't be

A playa hatin' punk ass bitch



[Verse 3: Indef]

You force yourself to rap

And long to hold to the mic

You niggas look like you carry Kotex and baby wipes

So put my nuts down

I'm sure they gettin' heavy

A few songs and now I'm charged like an Eveready

Cliché, DJ Swine

And said I'm no good

And overlook my view like the hills in Hollywood

And niggas wish they was hard, maybe part of The Order

Until your Rover gets filled with holes the size of quarters

I'm no killer just a

Lost nigga for my

Safety, I'll skin ya alive like a chinchilla

I've been cold, you ain't nothin'

I live through the winter

I am what you ain't, I'm such a fuckin' nigga

Serious, I'm beyond the mix

And quick to get pumped up and start some shit

Inch by inch I fill the room

There's no more room on my dick so leave me alone



[Chorus:]

Why you niggas all on me?

Want me?

Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch

Maybe it's cause you're lonely

And you want me

No thank you, faggots stay off my dick

Why you niggas all on me?

You don't don't know me

Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit

Momma always told me

Don't be

A playa hatin' punk ass bitch