Bootleggin'

I lamp on the corner selling bootleg tapes Rappers collect breaks so that I make papes I don't give a fuck about Kane or Biz Finally, somebody beats The Wiz And that somebody is me Catch me around three, and I'll be busy as a motherfucking bee Call five-0 and let 'em know I'm selling bootlegged tapes, and they'll say... so? My brothers in rap Are gonna have to keep comin' up off the trap Cause I'm a salesman on the street You know what to do if you can't stand the heat - can't eat Vacate the kitchen with your bitchin' I specialize in reproducin' tapes over Wild Pitchin' If stupid people buy 'em, I'll continue to supply 'em For $4.99, you can't complain about the volume Cause it's a bootlegged tape And it's money I'ma make Check it I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' Now I'ma tell ya something about yaselves Now all you people claim you're all about loot But when it comes to tapes, everyone takes the escape route So I take advantage; and rappers sit and wonder how I manage To do millions of dollars of damage I'm hustlin' ya tapes out of crow[?] And on my pole, sales go: brand new to gold Instead of cryin' up an ocean Record people need to hire brothers like me to do promotion The ghetto entrepreneur, make Crazy Eddie feel like manure Discontinue his store And, yo, the president can't stop it Cause I got mega-presidents before his ass in my pocket Let the IRS ask for tax I'll just make tracks, no haps; I can relax And keep slinging tapes that are garbage And like Goldilocks watch the people eat 'em like they were porridge Cause it's a bootlegged tape And it's money I'ma make I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' Cause it's a bootlegged tape And it's money I'ma make I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin' I'm busy bootleggin'