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Freddie Foxxx - Industry Shakedown lyrics
Yeah "industry shakedown" I call this one The industry shakedown Word up Uh huh "industry shakedown" Now the reason I call it... the industry shakedown Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up "word up, industry shakedown" Now what I mean by fucked up is They dont wanna see the game played right "word up, word up" So me and my nigga pete rock Gon show yall how to play the game right "get ready for the industry shakedown" "word up, word up" Word up, word up" [verse 1] Uh, uh I cant stop rockin I was born to keep it hot Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got Without crying, took mad shots without dying Man they know when Im in town mad heads start flyin Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand That would make me the most feared lyrical man Ask tone how it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, Im universal Now he played this money game called hand, reversal I remember when I thought that I could rock at def jam While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam I remember when I stepped to lyor, I shouldve blown him Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him Thought Id sale to atlantic But theres niggas workin for em thatll sink the whole label Like the fucking titanic What I gotta do is run some dick up in sylvia rhone So she can hear bumpy rockin on this microphone Maybe I can elektra - fy her brain Show her how I take love and turn it to pain I never been an ass kisser I call it if its right, if rappers aint gay or dikes Then they unpluggin your mic My shit is cordless, Im thugged out and wild as shit And Im comin for my crown, its bumpy knuckles baby And its... [scratches] The industry shakedown "word up, word up" Ha! "word up, word up" "ready for the industry shakedown" Yeah! "word up, word up" "industry shakedown" "word up, word up" Thats right nigga Me and my nigga pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down You ready for this one? check it out [verse 2] When I spit hot potato, I was peepin tommy boy But didnt wanna be the the next act that they would destroy See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers Got way more nut, than date rapers You better be tryin to get yourself an office Way on top of that skyscraper I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper Forgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brasco A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole Speakin of police, I found a interscope And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk Wit a big head and a big chest And a big belly, talkin on a celly Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats Like he was tryin to be the mayor Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out Screamin fuck steve stoute, serve street justice Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still cant buy a heart Only gangstas play the part Im still around, to bring you, the industry shakedown Ha! "word up, word up" To the pete rock, and you dont stop To the pete rock, and you dont stop My nigga pete rock, and you dont stop [verse 3] I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say So I make the kinda records red alert dont play Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, Im used to hatin Thats why Im hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin I heard about the blaze battle, they asked me to be in it But to not consider me one of the 50 great So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real And you want me to battle for a rolie, that ima take anyway Better leave me the fuck alone bumpy knucks dont play It made me laugh when I think about how gary harris Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub All them temporary spots will be filled time again You can hate me now but I will rhyme again Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt And Ill never put my two guns down Whys that Cuz I need em... for the industry shakedown "word up, word up" Cmon! "word up, word up" Yeah! "industry shakedown" Thats right Thats what the fuck I call, a industry shakedown "word up, word up" And its a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didnt name in this Motherfucking song but I tell you this much "get ready for the industry shakedown" Dont think I forgot motherfuckers, cuz I reserve my options Its bumpy knuckles baby, ha "word up, word up" And the chocolate boy wonder I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet |
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