["Some get over the hump... bootleggin!
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Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.
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Some get over the hump... bootleggin!
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Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.
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Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!
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Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]
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Verse One: Sadat X
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I've been watching you for about two weeks
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Selling phony imitations of myself
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if I chose to wild I might flip or break your table
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Strong arms tappin all your pockets
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Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic
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Copy machine picture damn straight I'm gonna hit ya
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But I don't cause I maintain, you're just a common street peddler
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offender, the question revolves
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Is the record company involved?
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Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein played
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Should somebody take the weight cause my pocket's like on E
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That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth
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When I find the source to my loss of income
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I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see
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And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape
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I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin
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Everyone's got problems sellin my tape ain't gonna solve em
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On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad
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Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time
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Or you'll be out much more than a dime
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["So many fingers... steady bootleggin!
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Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!
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So many fingers... steady bootleggin!
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Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!
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Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!
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Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]
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Verse Two: Lord Jamar
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A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot
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Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot
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Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard
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Who sold my shit before it's mastered
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Now how the fuck did you get a copy?
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It's an inside job or the security is sloppy
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But nevertheless I'm doin my best to solve this mess
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I find out, I blow a hole in his chest
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It's black music that they wanna discredit
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Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged cause they'd never let it
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happen, that's why I'm cappin and slappin
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All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin
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They try to say hardcore don't sell
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But everywhere I go they killed my shit well
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New York to California everywhere in between
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know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?
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I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you
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the listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start
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I can't get back what I don't receive
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Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve
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["Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!
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Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on.
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Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!
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Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on."]
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Steady Bootleggin'
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Brand Nubian |