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 pocketsLook, look at this tape, loose ass 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 revolvesIs 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 teethWhen 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 fuck 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 dimeSo many fingers, steady bootleggin'

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin'

So many fingers, steady bootleggin

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin'

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'A kick in the ass 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 masteredNow how the fuck 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 chestIt'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 motherfuckers 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 fuck 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 sleeveToo 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