[Intro]
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game"
Jigga!
Feel me!
People, told ya motherf**ers, told ya
"See that rap sh** is really just like sellin smoke"
Uhh, Roc-a-Fella
Geyeah
[Verse 1]
We treat this rap sh** just like, handlin weight
What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take
Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
Put his a** in the studio, let him cook up a cake
When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope sh**, advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope sh**
Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
Let em test the product, give em a promo show
Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five
Ain't tryin to, k** em at first just, buildin clientele
So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
[Hook]
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap sh** is really just like sellin smoke"
[Verse 2]
Ge-ge-geyeah
I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumpin my work
My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
Like to floss my ca**ette tapes in sixty-two's
And my singles like gems, you know the treys
Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
Cause when this sh** flip, I'mma get on some other sh**
Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my sh** is fish scale, y'all n***as is cook up
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
They know my sh** stretch without the baking soda
Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
Now I'm the new n***a, who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your c**aine drop