Dmx - The Industry lyrics

Ruff Ryders Yea, (another gutter...) you know we had to do it this time baby! Nah-mean? My n***a D, we walk through the motherf**ing' doors Of the industry together baby! Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth) You gave that sh** dog, Yanahmsayin? Me like yo, go hard on these n***az baby, Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth) Go hard just let n***az know What the f** is really going on Now that's what the f** I did! Aight! Arf, Arf. What! The industry; man its not the same The industry; its not a f**ing game The industry; real n***az is dying to get in The industry; just define they don't fit in The industry; ain't what it used to be The industry; trying to control the way you MC They want you to dress like that this and talk like that But I'm gon' dress like this and talk with the gat The industry; got y'all word meaning nothing The industry; f** what you heard cause he's bluffing The industry; money, b**hes, hate But I dare you to try to take a f**ing thing off my plate The industry like "Wait!", but in the streets we like "Get 'em" Set 'em teed up in that thing, catch 'em sleeping and hit 'em And Ima pop whoever with 'em, the coroner is coming to get 'em Industry n***az, so that's how I did 'em The industry; mad n***az is full of sh** The industry; mad n***az is s**ing dick The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game The industry; don't mention my f**ing name The industry; mad n***az is full of sh** The industry; mad n***az is s**ing dick The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game The industry; don't mention my f**ing name, n***a The Industry; if you ain't got a strong mind The industry; you ain't get down its a matter of time The industry; vultures with nothing to feast on The industry; see me I'm getting my beast on The industry; staying in the dirt, playing in the dirt Touch the wrong one in the industry and you will get hurt I'm not an industry artist, I'm an artist in the industry That's why you what the f** I want, cause nobody can finish me The industry; wanted dead or alive New artist to sell they souls, the way they survive The industry don't give a f** about you But the industry couldn't make a dime without you The industry; I'm sick of this industry sh** The industry; playing you like a industry b**h They try to finish me quick but I am on, so I stand strong f** the beat, listen to the words of the damn song The industry; mad n***az is full of sh** The industry; mad n***az is s**ing dick The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game The industry; don't mention my f**ing name The industry; mad n***az is full of sh** The industry; mad n***az is s**ing dick The industry; b**hes keep thinking its a game The industry; don't mention my f**ing name, n***a Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh sh** is crazy yo They loaning you money to make a album You pay 'em back the money, they still on the album What part of the game is that? (I tell you the truth, I don't lie) You write your own sh**, but they hold on to your sh** What part of the game is that? (I don't try to hurt nobody, I mind my business) You know what, the average n***a makes like (All these industry n***az could s** a f**ing dick!!) Twenty-six cents over a motherf**ing record We need a motherf**ing union baby!!!