Xzibit - The Music Of Business lyrics

(xzibit): yea. that's what i'm talking about (ras k.): yea (xzibit): the homie john john up in this motherf**er (ras k.): yea (xzibit): mr. x to the z with a public service announcement For all you f*ggot a** rappers (ras k.): what's that? (xzibit): they think just because a n***a's rapping With a label behind him, it's all great (ras k.): yep (xzibit): it's modern day pimps and hoes going on Ask epmd, rap is still out of control Cause hip-hop plus glocks = scott la rock, tupac and biggie smalls I figure y'all n***az brawl for lack of protocol Now i'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with satan Ra**a**ination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!) Trapped in infatuation (really)? back up off me Kiss my a**. then wake up n' smell the coffee See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you Your family down's you. don't want your own kid around you You ain't sh**. don't do sh** Ain't gone never be sh**. so its quits Two video's later, she's on your dick (b**h) When your albums selling, she "don't worry, be happy." Bragging to her friends: "that's just my babies daddy!" And sadly, n***az start acting like they sh** don't stink But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake The music business is straight mafioso: Jewish, italiano, and black My bmi/ascap platinum placque rap track Bootleg my sh** to japan. at swap meets, sell my same sh** back Long sharks break legs. we break beats state to state And record deals? that sh** belong with a f**ed up interest rate (chorus 2x): (parish smith sample): music please, music please (color me bad sample): "why you treat me so bad?" (parish smith sample): music please..music please (other sample): "i don't know why baby!" (xzibit): just handle your business (verse 2) It's sort of like the label is the devil: R&b, pop, gospel to heavy metal They make doe pimping the ghet-to Label mates: different rats in the same rat race The production company is the n***a that you learn to hate Management is your crimy. your lawyer is your liar And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire It's like this: they loan you $1 For you just to break even, they stack $10 When you finally make one dollar, your profit is andrew jack-son ($20) You skinny. they got plenty. the benjamins? before you see any They getting g's: big cheese. No vaseline f**ing dope m.c.'s, "so freeze" Call the police chief? it takes a thief Here's everything you need to know about the record industry, Like a chief. 'cause labels is doing $300,000 deals; Blowing coke smoke up my a**, but we both know crack k**s. Not very many, rappers ever see a penny But double platinum is two million units. cd's cost $20. (too true) so here's a clue Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you (chorus 2x): (parish smith sample): music please, music please (color me bad sample): "why you treat me so bad?" (parish smith sample): music please..music please. (other sample): "i don't know why baby!" (xzibit): just handle your business. Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and d**? 'cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs All sleep in the same bed together Rich black n***az only kick it with other black people with cheddar Same lifestyle: legal or illegal It be us, swinging a three f** getting skeed up with peanuts Which leads up to this: a high turnover ration Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fel**tio. Mc's get the p**y and fame. Brothers ess** floss with a corporate card And charge it to the rappers name But the label owners make all the real money Just ask david geffrey, barry gordy, russel, or puffy (ching, ching!) Business? you don't get what you deserve. you negotiate And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate The rapper that went pop. but before this, i never knew Sk**s don't pay the mother f**ing bills. money do Is you stupid? how nice i represent don't pay rent The r&b ho who jock theo on the radio buy your cd doe. Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real But keep it fake on the cover Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. no wonder Like common "i used to love h.e.r." Now i just f** h.e.r. with two rubbers (chorus: repeats until end): (parish smith sample): music please, music please (color me bad sample): "why you treat me so bad?" (parish smith sample): music please..music please (other sample): "i don't know why baby!" (xzibit): just handle your business