Steady Bootleggin'

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'
You're just a common street peddler offender, the question revolves

I find out, I blow a hole in his chest
Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on
New York to California everywhere in between
But I don't 'cause I maintain
Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic
Should somebody take the weight 'cause my pocket's like on E
The listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start

Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve

When I find the source to my loss of income
All the motherfuckers sellin' tapes to young black kids rappin'
Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'
Know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?
I've been watching you for about two weeks

It's an inside job or the security is sloppy
Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin'
Strong arms tappin' all your pockets
But everywhere I go, they killed my shit well

Everyone's got problems sellin' my tape ain't gonna solve 'em

I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin'
Who sold my shit before it's mastered
They try to say hardcore don't sell
If I chose to wild, I might flip or break your table
It's black music that they wanna discredit
Selling phony imitations of myself
Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time
Now how the fuck did you get a copy?
Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged 'cause they'd never let it happen
Or you'll be out much more than a dime

On my ave, holdin' your eye with a heatin' pad
A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin'
Some get over the hump, bootleggin'

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'
I can't get back what I don't receive
And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape
Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot
Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on
But nevertheless I'm doin' my best to solve this mess
Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin'
So many fingers, steady bootleggin'
Some go down in the dark, bootleggin'
That's why I'm cappin' and slappin'

Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein' played
Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on
Is the record company involved?

I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see
Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard
So many fingers, steady bootleggin
That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth
Copy machine picture damn straight, I'm gonna hit ya
I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you