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Business The Death To Dance

mad, it makes me sick There's no booze to make 'em tick Just ecstasy and laser lights They're too high to wanna fight DEATH TO DANCE, DEATH TO DANCE

me mad, it makes me sick There's no booze to make 'em tick Just ecstasy and laser lights They're too high to wanna fight DEATH TO DANCE, DEATH TO DANCE

'm dieing Death defying Shaky eyeing And God I'm relying Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When

she handle her business My hand on her hip, when I dip then she dip And all the homies want to dance with her 'Cause she's hot to death, young and sexy

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because a dance with the

you dance some more (Little man) That's what I came here for This is how it should be done 'Cuz this style is identicle to none How can I make you dance

show you how I handle business I wanna show you how the mail-boy flirts My man wants to buy you something He wants to take you out for dinner and dancing

Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday even if you busy I wouldn't mind taking Saturday-ay-ay (talking) Right about now, if you in your jeep please

money like Blow Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap Well, let's dance, you lames are finished