Yeah
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"Industry Shakedown"
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I call this one
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The Industry Shakedown
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Word up
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Uh huh
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"Industry Shakedown"
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Now the reason I call it... the Industry Shakedown
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Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up
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"Word up, Industry Shakedown"
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Now what I mean by fucked up is
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They don't wanna see the game played right
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"Word up, word up"
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So me and my nigga Pete Rock
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gon show y'all how to play the game right
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"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"
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"Word up, word up"
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Word up, word up"
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[Verse 1]
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Uh, uh
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I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot
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Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got
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Without crying, took mad shots without dying
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Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin
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Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand
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That would make me the most feared lyrical man
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Ask Tone how it feel not to be able to sleep
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I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat
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I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal
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Now he played this money game called hand, reversal
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I remember when I thought that I could rock at Def Jam
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While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam
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I remember when I stepped to Lyor, I should've blown him
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Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him
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Thought I'd sale to Atlantic
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But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label
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Like the fucking Titanic
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What I gotta do is run some dick up in Sylvia Rhone
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So she can hear Bumpy rockin on this microphone
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Maybe I can Elektra - fy her brain
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Show her how I take love and turn it to pain
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I never been an ass kisser
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I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes
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Then they unpluggin your mic
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My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit
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And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
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And it's... [scratches]
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The Industry Shakedown
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"Word up, word up"
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Ha!
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"Word up, word up"
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"Ready for the Industry Shakedown"
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Yeah!
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"Word up, word up"
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"Industry Shakedown"
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"Word up, word up"
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That's right nigga
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Me and my nigga Pete Rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
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You ready for this one? Check it out
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[Verse 2]
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When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy
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But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
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See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper
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But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers
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Got way more nut, than date rapers
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You better be tryin to get yourself an office
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Way on top of that skyscraper
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I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper
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Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
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Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco
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A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
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Speakin of police, I found a Interscope
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And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope
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I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk
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Wit a big head and a big chest
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And a big belly, talkin on a celly
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Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats
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Like he was tryin to be the mayor
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Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth
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Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out
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Screamin fuck Steve Stoute, serve street justice
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Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted
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You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
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Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart
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Only gangstas play the part
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I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown
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Ha!
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"Word up, word up"
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To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop
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To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop
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My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop
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[Verse 3]
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I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say
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So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play
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Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin
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Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin
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That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin
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I heard about the Blaze Battle, they asked me to be in it
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But to not consider me one of the 50 great
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So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position
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| Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phon |
