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"industry shakedown"
I call one
The industry
up
Uh huh
"industry shakedown"
Now the reason I call it... the shakedown
Is 'cause alot of niggas fucked up
"word up, shakedown"
Now what I mean by up is
They wanna see the game played right
"word up, up"
So me and my nigga pete
Gon show y'all how to play the right
"get for the industry shakedown"
"word up, up"
Word up, up"

1]
Uh, uh
I can't rockin I was born to keep it hot
through miles of pain just to get what I got
Without crying, took mad shots without
Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start
Who ever thought I would be dealt the hand
That would make me the most lyrical man
Ask tone how it feel not to be able to
I was layin on him in his squeezing on the heat
I kept the on him, now, I'm universal
Now he played this game called hand, reversal
I remember I thought that I could rock at def jam
While I was other niggas caught up in a def scam
I remember when I stepped to lyor, I blown him
'cause that cracker a crook, ever since I first known him
I'd sale to atlantic
But there's niggas for 'em that'll sink the whole label
Like the fucking
What I gotta do is run some up in sylvia rhone
So she can hear bumpy rockin on microphone
Maybe I can - fy her brain
Show her how I take and turn it to pain
I never an ass kisser
I call it if it's right, if rappers ain't gay or
Then they your mic
My shit is cordless, I'm out and wild as shit
And I'm comin for my crown, it's bumpy knuckles
And it's...
The shakedown

"word up, up"
Ha!
"word up, up"
"ready for the shakedown"
Yeah!
"word up, up"
"industry shakedown"
"word up, up"
That's nigga
Me and my nigga pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to it down
You ready for this check it out

2]
When I hot potato, I was peepin tommy boy
But wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
See labels be all on your dick, when see you have some paper
But I flip the game, I pull the capers
Got way nut, than date rapers
You better be tryin to get yourself an
Way on top of that
I bring the ruckus, your money lookin
Have you ever stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
Forgot ya to cappa, a real donnie brasco
A nigga wit and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin of police, I found a
And when I looked the hole what I saw was dope
I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big
Wit a big and a big chest
And a big belly, on a celly
real players, cuttin niggas throats
Like he was tryin to be the
Then some niggas in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him down on the and started stompin him out
Screamin fuck steve stoute, serve justice
Cryin on the floor wit your lip all
You went out a pussy, fuck the dough you got
wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart
Only gangstas the part
I'm still around, to bring you, the industry

Ha!
"word up, up"
To the rock, and you don't stop
To the pete rock, and you stop
My nigga rock, and you don't stop

3]
I never felt like I should have to hold anything I say
So I make the kinda records red alert don't
I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin
Or maybe your crate renovatin, I'm used to hatin
That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and
I heard about the blaze battle, they me to be in it
But to not me one of the 50 great
So I reviewed my tapes, figured my
Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said
I sell less records than some out wit a deal
Gettin more and all my diamonds is real
And you want me to battle for a rolie, that i'ma anyway
Better leave me the fuck bumpy knucks don't play
It made me when I think about how gary harris
Tried to play me got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
Fly shit is he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin and, brought back a nub
All temporary spots will be filled time again
You can me now but I will rhyme again
down climb again, more wild, more corrupt
Still spittin more shit, more fire, abrupt
And never put my two guns down
that
'cause I need 'em... for the industry

"word up, up"
C'mon!
"word up, up"
Yeah!
"industry shakedown"
That's
what the fuck I call, a industry shakedown
"word up, up"
And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in
song but I tell you this much
"get ready for the shakedown"
Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, 'cause I reserve my
bumpy knuckles baby, ha
"word up, up"
And the chocolate boy
I show you niggas a fast way, to six