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Yeah |
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Too many hardcore mutha****as out here in this business |
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Ain't gettin their proper loot |
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You know what I'm sayin? |
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(Right) |
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Check the technique |
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(Aha) |
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[ VERSE 1 ] |
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Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same |
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Suckers kidnapped the game |
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I know the biggest in the business, and no joke |
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Half of em broke - and none of em smoke |
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(Bust the facts, loc) |
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I got into this hip-hop game |
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Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame |
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There'd never been no cash made in it |
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So who thought you could get paid with it? |
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Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there |
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Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career |
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Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the **** off |
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Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off |
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There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets |
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When hip-hop was just cuts and beats |
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I seen Wildstyle , dug the scene |
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I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean? |
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I started crashin rap contests |
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Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests |
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I signed on the lines of a wack contract |
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Didn't even read it, **** that |
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They gonna put my record out |
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I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about? |
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In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks |
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Yo, this business sucks |
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But I got another chance and I came correct |
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Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit |
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But many won't get no second chance |
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And get ****ed in this biz without a kiss or a dance |
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The game is to exploit young ghetto kids |
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A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame |
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And the shit's gone too far |
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100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's |
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The game's hijacked |
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The rap game's hijacked |
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Let me tell you how it happened |
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[ VERSE 2 ] |
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Now while every MC in the game |
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Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame |
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They dug out the foundation |
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Now let me give a demonstration |
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Say you got a dope group from the hood |
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Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good |
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You take em to a label |
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Now who sits behind the table? |
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Some jewish mutha****a that don't know shit |
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Tryin to tell y'all what's a ****in street hit |
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The shit's way off course |
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It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse |
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You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild |
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Tone down your style |
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The radio jocks are all pop |
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So how the **** this nigga know what shit to rock? |
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The shit that make your face turn green |
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Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine |
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I give a **** about these mutha****as |
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I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers |
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Get your paperwork straight, kid |
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Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did |
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Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's |
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But this game has no guarantees |
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Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind |
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Learn to read everything you sign |
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Then you might have a chance |
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If not, bend over, pull down your pants |
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The game's hijacked |
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(Yeah |
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I don't they hear you, brother) |
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Yo, the rap game's hijacked |
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(Word) |
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I'm talkin 'bout a hijack |
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(Say it one more time, baby) |
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The rap game's hijacked |
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Check it |
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(Break it down for these niggas) |
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[ VERSE 3 ] |
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You can go gold and still owe the record label cash |
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Yo kid, check the math |
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Learn about the word 'recoup', troop |
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And stop walkin round all hyped and souped |
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You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked |
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You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked |
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Cause the ****in record label don't love ya, pal |
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They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now |
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They're out to make an end, friend |
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Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10 |
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They'll take you for everything you got |
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Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot |
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I'm tryin to tell you what's up |
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You best to listen to this record even if you hate my ****ing guts |
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Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done |
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And my brothers ain't gettin none |
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A nigga like me has gotta spit game |
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Nigga, get that cash flow. **** that mutha****in fame |
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Cause the white man's rippin us off once again |
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Real hip-hop, my man |
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Fool, the rap game's hijacked |
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You need to listen, nigga |
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The rap game's hijacked |
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Need to play this record about ten times |
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The rap game's hijacked |
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Black people don't own shit |
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The rap game's hijacked |
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Check it |
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R&B's hijacked |
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Black acting is hijacked |
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Just being black is hijacked |
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(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga) |
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Nigga |
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Stupid mutha****as, they rippin us off |
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You better get a end.. |
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While the money's there, boy |
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Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain |
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All niggas gotta get some real estate |
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Mutha****a |
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Come up |
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**** a bitch |
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Better get somethin you can own, asshole |
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White man ain't givin up shit |
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Word o' life |
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Although I got a white engineer |
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But he's gettin minimum wage |
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So it's cool... |
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Yeah |
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Shit's been hijacked |
