Industry Shakedown Lyrics

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 don't wanna see the game played right



"Word up, word up"



So me and my nigga Pete Rock 



gon show y'all 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 can't 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 I'm 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, I'm 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 should've blown him



Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him



Thought I'd sale to Atlantic



But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll 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 it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes



Then they unpluggin your mic



My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit



And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby



And it's... [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"



That's 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 didn't 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 can't buy a heart



Only gangstas play the part



I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown







Ha!



"Word up, word up"



To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop



To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop



My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop







[Verse 3]



I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say



So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play



Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin



Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin



That's why I'm 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 I'ma take anyway



Better leave me the fuck alone Bumpy Knucks don't 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 I'll never put my two guns down



Why's that



Cuz I need 'em... for the Industry Shakedown







"Word up, word up"



C'mon!



"Word up, word up"



Yeah!



"Industry Shakedown"



That's right



That's what the fuck I call, a Industry Shakedown



"Word up, word up"



And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in this



Motherfucking song but I tell you this much



"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"



Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, cuz I reserve my options



It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha



"Word up, word up"



And the Chocolate Boy Wonder



I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet