Pete Rock - Industry Shakedown lyrics

Yeah "Industry Shakedown" I call this one The Industry Shakedown Word up Uh huh "Industry Shakedown" Now the reason I call it... the Industry Shakedown Is cuz alot of n***as have f**ed up "Word up, Industry Shakedown" Now what I mean by f**ed up is They don't wanna see the game played right "Word up, word up" So me and my n***a Pete Rock Gon show y'all how to play the game right "Get ready for the Industry Shakedown" "Word up, word up" Word up, word up" [Verse 1] Uh, uh I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got Without crying, took mad shots without dying Y'all know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand That would make me the most feared lyrical man Ask Tone how it feel not to be able to sleep I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal Now he played this money game called hand, reversal I remember when I thought that I could rock at Def Jam While I was watching all these n***as caught up in a def scam I remember when I stepped to Lyor, I should've blown him Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him Thought I'd sale to Atlantic But there's n***as workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label Like the f**ing Titanic What I gotta do is run some dick up in Sylvia Rhone So she can hear Bumpy rockin on this microphone Maybe I can Elektra - fy her brain Show her how I take love and turn it to pain I never been an a** kisser I call it if it's right, if rappers ain't gay or dikes Then they unpluggin your mic My sh** is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as sh** And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby And it's... [scratches] The Industry Shakedown "Word up, word up" Ha! "Word up, word up" "Ready for the Industry Shakedown" Yeah! "Word up, word up" "Industry Shakedown" "Word up, word up" That's right n***a Me and my n***a Pete Rock gon show you motherf**ers how to shake it down You ready for this one? Check it out [Verse 2] When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers Got way more nut, than date rapers You better be tryin to get yourself an office Way on top of that skyscraper I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco A n***a wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his a**hole Speakin of police, I found a Interscope And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope I saw a new n***a, sittin behind a big desk Wit a big head and a big chest And a big belly, talkin on a celly Hatin real players, cuttin n***as throats Like he was tryin to be the mayor Then some n***as rushed in, punched him in his mouth Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out Screamin f** Steve Stoute, serve street justice Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted You went out like a p**y, f** the dough you got Cuz wit all that money n***a, you still can't buy a heart Only gangstas play the part I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown Ha! "Word up, word up" To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop My n***a Pete Rock, and you don't stop [Verse 3] I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin That's why I'm hockey on you n***as, stickin and skatin I heard about the Blaze Battle, they asked me to be in it But to not consider me one of the 50 great So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen I sell less records than some n***as out wit a deal Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real And you want me to battle for a Rolie, that I'mma take anyway Better leave me the f** alone Bumpy Knucks don't play It made me laugh when I think about how Gary Harris Tried to play me than got fired and all f**in embarra**ed Fly sh** is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club Reached to shake my f**in hand and, brought back a nub All them temporary spots will be filled time again You can hate me now but I will rhyme again Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt Still spittin more sh**, more fire, more abrupt And I'll never put my two guns down Why's that Cuz I need 'em... for the Industry Shakedown "Word up, word up" C'mon! "Word up, word up" Yeah! "Industry Shakedown" That's right That's what the f** I call, a Industry Shakedown "Word up, word up" And it's a lotta motherf**ers out there that I didn't name in this Motherf**ing song but I tell you this much "Get ready for the Industry Shakedown" Don't think I forgot motherf**ers, cuz I reserve my options It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha "Word up, word up" And the Chocolate Boy Wonder I show you n***as a fast way, to six feet