(Xzibit): Yea. That's what I'm talking about
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(Ras K.): Yea
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(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this motherfucker
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(Ras K.): Yea
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(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a public service announcement
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for all you faggot ass rappers
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(Ras K.): What's that?
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(Xzibit): They think just because a nigga's rapping
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with a label behind him, it's all great
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(Ras K.): Yep
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(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and hoes going on
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Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
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Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
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I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol
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Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
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Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan
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Rassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
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Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
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Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' smell the coffee
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See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you
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Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you
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You ain't shit. Don't do shit
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Ain't gone never be shit. So its quits
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Two video's later, she's on your dick (Bitch)
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When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
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Bragging to her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!"
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And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't stink
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But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
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The music business is straight Mafioso:
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Jewish, Italiano, and Black
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My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap track
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Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back
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Long sharks break legs. We break beats state to state
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And record deals? That shit belong with a fucked up interest rate
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(Chorus 2x):
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(Parish Smith sample):Music Please, music please
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(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
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(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
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(Other sample):"I don't know why baby!"
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(Xzibit):Just handle your business
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(Verse 2)
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It's sort of like the label is the devil:
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R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
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They make doe pimping the ghet-to
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Label mates: different rats in the same rat race
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The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate
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Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
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And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
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It's like this: they loan you $1
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For you just to break even, they stack $10
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When you finally make one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
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You skinny. They got plenty. The Benjamins? Before you see any
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They getting G's: big cheese.
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No Vaseline fucking dope M.C.'s, "so freeze"
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Call the police chief? It takes a thief
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Here's everything you need to know about the record industry,
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like a chief.
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'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals;
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Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills.
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Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
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But double platinum is two million units. CD's cost $20.
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(Too true) So here's a clue
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Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you
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(Chorus 2x):
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(Parish Smith sample):Music Please, music please
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(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
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(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please.
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(Other sample):"I don't know why baby!"
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(Xzibit):Just handle your business.
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Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
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'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs
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all sleep in the same bed together
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Rich black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar
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Same lifestyle: legal or illegal
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It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts
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Which leads up to this: a high turnover ration
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Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio.
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MC's get the pussy and fame.
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Brothers essex floss with a corporate card
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and charge it to the rappers name
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But the label owners make all the real money
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Just ask David Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
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Business? You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate
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And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate
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But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend t |