Rap Biz

(Verse 1: Snak) Yo, I'm a fucking hustla But I ain't slanging coke I'm slanging banging tracks To kids, their calling it dope Truth is this biz Ain't got enough so To clean my fucking mouth After spitting what I wrote Another mothafucka Undiscovered by a label Over motivated, medicated, unstable While other mothafuckas Getting videos on cable Paying for their dues Putting G's up on the table Sick to my stomach Full-time Nine to Five Still I've only ever had Enough to survive, I Break my fucking back Just to lace another track I used to smoke crack Till I learned to fucking rap Ain't got enough money To take a fucking crap Yo this shit ain't funny Yo my brains about to snap If it don't happen soon Then I don't get ahead And I stop making tunes Just consider me dead! (Verse 2: Young Sin) Can you get closer to clearer Than smoke in the mirror Broken to feel this We pushing' more dope Than the dealers Cuz I stay up on my rap shit It's for my niggas That don't have shit Come up with skills and that's it Ain't got no classy video I put it down for my city though Broke, and still pulling pretty ho's Never paying for no feature The creature over these beats From the streets Who'd just rather fucking eatcha The rap game full of half lame homos The souped up budgets and fast lane promos Ya airbrushed photos, ya hype, ya produca's The truth is you still couldn't Tell me where the booth is I be the real McCoy If I didn't have a job I'd still feel employed This Hip Hop's my right And if you wanna be Taking it from me Ya better be taking my life Sucka!