Steady Bootleggin'

Some get over the hump, bootleggin' Some go down in the dark, bootleggin' Some get over the hump, bootleggin' Some go down in the dark, bootleggin' Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' I've been watching you for about two weeks Selling phony imitations of myself If I chose to wild, I might flip or break your table Strong arms tappin' all your pockets Look, look at this tape, loose a*s plastic Copy machine picture damn straight, I'm gonna hit ya But I don't 'cause I maintain You're just a common street peddler offender, the question revolves Is the record company involved? Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein' played Should somebody take the weight 'cause my pocket's like on E That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth When I find the source to my loss of income I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape I don't give a f**k about the plea that you coppin' Everyone's got problems sellin' my tape ain't gonna solve 'em On my ave, holdin' your eye with a heatin' pad Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time Or you'll be out much more than a dime So many fingers, steady bootleggin' Some of these high cla*s ahead they still bootleggin' So many fingers, steady bootleggin Some of these high cla*s ahead they still bootleggin' Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' A kick in the a*s from a leg and a boot Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard Who sold my shit before it's mastered Now how the f**k did you get a copy? It's an inside job or the security is sloppy But nevertheless I'm doin' my best to solve this mess I find out, I blow a hole in his chest It's black music that they wanna discredit Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged 'cause they'd never let it happen That's why I'm cappin' and slappin' All the motherf**kers sellin' tapes to young black kids rappin' They try to say hardcore don't sell But everywhere I go, they killed my shit well New York to California everywhere in between Know the flavor of the God so what the f**k do you mean? I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you The listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start I can't get back what I don't receive Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on