Freddie Foxxx - Industry Shakedown Lyrics
YeahIndustry shakedownI call this oneThe industry shakedownWord upUh huhIndustry shakedownNow the reason I call it... the industry shakedownIs cuz alot of niggas have *****ed upWord up, industry shakedownNow what I mean by *****ed up isThey dont wanna see the game played rightWord up, word upSo me and my nigga pete rockGon show yall how to play the game rightGet ready for the industry shakedownWord up, word upWord up, word up[verse 1]Uh, uhI cant stop rockin I was born to keep it hotFought through miles of pain just to get what I gotWithout crying, took mad shots without dyingMan they know when Im in town mad heads start flyinWho ever thought that I would be dealt the handThat would make me the most feared lyrical manAsk tone how it feel not to be able to sleepI was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heatI kept the pressure on him, now, Im universalNow he played this money game called hand, reversalI remember when I thought that I could rock at def jamWhile I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scamI remember when I stepped to lyor, I shouldve blown himCuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known himThought Id sale to atlanticBut theres niggas workin for em thatll sink the whole labelLike the *****ing titanicWhat I gotta do is run some dick up in sylvia rhoneSo she can hear bumpy rockin on this microphoneMaybe I can elektra - fy her brainShow her how I take love and turn it to painI never been an ass kisserI call it if its right, if rappers aint gay or dikesThen they unpluggin your micMy shit is cordless, Im thugged out and wild as shitAnd Im comin for my crown, its bumpy knuckles babyAnd its... [scratches]The industry shakedownWord up, word upHa!Word up, word upReady for the industry shakedownYeah!Word up, word upIndustry shakedownWord up, word upThats right niggaMe and my nigga pete rock gon show you mother*****ers how to shake it downYou ready for this one? check it out[verse 2]When I spit hot potato, I was peepin tommy boyBut didnt wanna be the the next act that they would destroySee labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paperBut I flip the game, cuz I pull the capersGot way more nut, than date rapersYou better be tryin to get yourself an officeWay on top of that skyscraperI bring the ruckus, your money lookin properHave you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopperForgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brascoA nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his *****Speakin of police, I found a interscopeAnd when I looked through the hole what I saw was dopeI saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big deskWit a big head and a big chestAnd a big belly, talkin on a cellyHatin real players, cuttin niggas throatsLike he was tryin to be the mayorThen some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouthThrew him down on the floor and started stompin him outScreamin ***** steve stoute, serve street justiceCryin on the floor wit your lip all bustedYou went out like a *****, ***** the dough you gotCuz wit all that money nigga, you still cant buy a heartOnly gangstas play the partIm still around, to bring you, the industry shakedownHa!Word up, word upTo the pete rock, and you dont stopTo the pete rock, and you dont stopMy nigga pete rock, and you dont stop[verse 3]I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I saySo I make the kinda records red alert dont playBecause I flow too hard, my voice is penetratinOr maybe your crate needs renovatin, Im used to hatinThats why Im hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatinI heard about the blaze battle, they asked me to be in itBut to not consider me one of the 50 greatSo I reviewed my tapes, figured my positionSat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listenI sell less records than some niggas out wit a dealGettin more cash and all my diamonds is realAnd you want me to battle for a rolie, that ima take anywayBetter leave me the ***** alone bumpy knucks dont playIt made me laugh when I think about how gary harrisTried to play me than got fired and all *****in embarrassedFly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a clubReached to shake my *****in hand and, brought back a nubAll them temporary spots will be filled time againYou can hate me now but I will rhyme againFall down climb again, more wild, more corruptStill spittin more shit, more fire, more abruptAnd Ill never put my two guns downWhys thatCuz I need em... for the industry shakedownWord up, word upCmon!Word up, word upYeah!Industry shakedownThats rightThats what the ***** I call, a industry shakedownWord up, word upAnd its a lotta mother*****ers out there that I didnt name in thisMother*****ing song but I tell you this muchGet ready for the industry shakedownDont think I forgot mother*****ers, cuz I reserve my optionsIts bumpy knuckles baby, haWord up, word upAnd the chocolate boy wonderI show you niggas a fast way, to six feet
