m 'posed to talk Fuck court, I'll be a dead nigga 'fore you walk Blaow, now the nine had no motherfuckng mercy So who the sexy nigga, bitch, record label
in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolex's Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
. Boy, look at her, Its Young Money roll. We just *swerve Maserati, *But *a *coke *wadd *with *sizzle *of those from Universal now, I aina??t talking about the label
kids meals Lee jeans, label blocks and big wheels Ever since then I've been a fuckin' problem Feelin' like Bruce Wayne and this is Gotham Now I got them haters
got a clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label,
KaySlay, yeah, yo Drama King, yeah Check it out, check it out, O.Trice Shady Records nigga, it's goin' down once again' boy It's just a scratch man, let
) I got money on my mind, bitches in my bed problems in my household, niggas in the feds Yeah them my dogs, so i collect they calls Record label bullshittin
clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record
with cold heart See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggaz We switchin' labels, now it's time
don't feel our label 'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We the label fo' sho' We the realest label
?ve been through And none of them could ever walk a mile in our shoes Man, I got to keep it real Every record deal ain't a good record deal But I?m a
wise man once said Those who step on your toes huh Are really letting you grow Cause motherfuckers like me keep it going All you TV, tabloids, plus media, record label
know you, man, I never sold you, man Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy I'm feelin' like Christ at the Tabernacle, stones are thrown at me Record labels is
no good, It's not replenished The fakers who imitate me and mock me finished We checked a mill, Yes it's real Through Strange, I don't need your major label record
have a contest or a show down When two cats got the same kind of flow sound Tecca Nina I'm comin' to put the mo down Run up in the record label with a
through the ceiling So say what you want and do what you please But for fun I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees I run a record label and a crew
you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a rhyme at this click Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch Gotta labels
mayne I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate Mind ya own or ya own gon remind you, nigga The Click will biatch Record Hatin' bitches
