Some get over the hump... bootleggin!

Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.

Some get over the hump... bootleggin!

Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin.

Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]



Verse One: Sadat X



I've been watching you for about two weeks

Selling phony imitations of myself

if I chose to wild I might flip or break your table

Strong arms tappin all your pockets

Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic

Copy machine picture damn straight I'm gonna hit ya

But I don't cause I maintain, you're just a common street peddler

offender, the question revolves

Is the record company involved?

Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein played

Should somebody take the weight cause my pocket's like on E

That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth

When I find the source to my loss of income

I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see

And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape

I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin

Everyone's got problems sellin my tape ain't gonna solve em

On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad

Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time

Or you'll be out much more than a dime



["So many fingers... steady bootleggin!

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!

So many fingers... steady bootleggin!

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!

Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]



Verse Two: Lord Jamar



A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot

Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot

Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard

Who sold my shit before it's mastered

Now how the fuck did you get a copy?

It's an inside job or the security is sloppy

But nevertheless I'm doin my best to solve this mess

I find out, I blow a hole in his chest

It's black music that they wanna discredit

Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged cause they'd never let it

happen, that's why I'm cappin and slappin

All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin

They try to say hardcore don't sell

But everywhere I go they killed my shit well

New York to California everywhere in between

know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?

I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you

the listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start

I can't get back what I don't receive

Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve



["Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!

Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on.

Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on!

Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on