Songtext Steady bootleggin' Brand Nubian

Steady bootleggin'

[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

Ive 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 Im gonna hit ya
But I dont cause I maintain, youre just a common street peddler
Offender, the question revolves
Is the record company involved?
Hmm, dig the reality, is that Im bein played
Should somebody take the weight cause my pockets like on e
That I cant 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, dont steal dont sell my tape
I dont give a fuck about the plea that you coppin
Everyones got problems sellin my tape aint gonna solve em
On my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin pad
Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time
Or youll 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 aint no thing to the bastard
Who sold my shit before its mastered
Now how the fuck did you get a copy?
Its an inside job or the security is sloppy
But nevertheless Im doin my best to solve this mess
I find out, I blow a hole in his chest
Its black music that they wanna discredit
Garth brooks aint bootlegged cause theyd never let it
Happen, thats why Im cappin and slappin
All the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappin
They try to say hardcore dont 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 its up to you
The listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start
I cant get back what I dont 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.]