K-Rino - Bad Bizness lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm tired of boys jumpin' in the game acting like they invented it Hollerin' that they gangsters but they never represented it Real Gs heard your sh** and instantly resented it Claimin' hood strife that you ain't never been presented with Now the streets is talkin' k**ers out here wanna touch your head Aggravated 'cause they found out who ya is and what ya said Partner if you ain't hard, don't act hard, just be yourself Caught up in the mix is how you [?] Frontin' like a gangster is just somethin' that you try to do How'd you like to find out that your favorite rapper lied to you? Sellin' [?] on the mic would be a threat to you Harder than a motherf**er 'til somebody step to you Win or lose, stand up and fight, man [?] hands Understand you ain't gotta act gangster to be a man Cappin' on your CDs, but I can see the game in it K-Rino is real, I ain't livin' it I ain't claimin' it [Hook] Boys operatin' on bad bizness You keep it up and you'll be livin' in your last minutes Somebody told me all money ain't good money but no money's worse Don't even speak about no work unless you're payin' me first [Verse 2] I need to explain somethin' to y'all who want K to spit a verse Don't [?] until you gots the paper first I'ma piss on your situation, no love included No exception to the rule, major label or independent Simple and plain, I'm all about collecting my chain You disrespected me but also disrespected the game When you got the dividends you can hand me the track then You can save that talk about payin' me on the back end Dealin' with pros, so I'ma expose you hoes That go from compilation sixteen bar flows at shows Playin' games and finna get your a** beat purple I spit free for only a few and you ain't in that circle If you comin' at me real man I cut you a deal My response all depends only on what you reveal Don't even fix your mouth to ask me what I charge for a song If you ain't ready to break bread get your punk a** on [Hook] [Verse 3] And I don't send my music into major labels, they crooks You'll mess around and hear mainstream rappers fittin' your hooks Instead of signin' you they stealin', that's how ba*tards get hurt Then got the nerve to come to your city and do a concert Man I can't count how many rappers that done stole my lines And I heard my hooks and concepts at least twenty times I gotta tell it, 'cause it'll happen forever if I let it These ba*tards burn and stole your sh** and won't give you credit Hollywood hoes, I bust you in the mouth and smile Worthless-a** rappers makin' millions offa your style And I ain't trippin' on no paper, I don't want one dime But motherf**ers, speak my name when you speak my lines [Hook]