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"industry shakedown"
I this one
The industry
up
Uh huh
"industry shakedown"
Now the I call it... the industry shakedown
Is alot of niggas have fucked up
"word up, shakedown"
Now what I mean by up is
They don't see the game played right
"word up, up"
So me and my nigga pete
Gon show how to play the game right
"get for the industry shakedown"
"word up, up"
up, word up"

1]
Uh, uh
I can't rockin I was born to keep it hot
Fought through miles of pain to get what I got
Without crying, took mad shots dying
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 dream squeezing on the
I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm
Now he this money game called hand, reversal
I remember when I thought I could rock at def jam
While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def
I remember when I stepped to lyor, I blown him
'cause cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him
Thought I'd to atlantic
But there's workin 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
I can elektra - fy her brain
Show her how I take love and it to pain
I never an ass kisser
I call it if it's right, if rappers ain't gay or
Then unpluggin your mic
My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as
And I'm comin for my crown, bumpy knuckles baby
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 gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
You ready for one? check it out

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

Ha!
"word up, up"
To the pete rock, and you stop
To the pete rock, and you stop
My nigga pete rock, and you stop

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

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