Yeah   "industry shakedown"   I call this one   The industry shakedown   Word up   Uh huh   "industry shakedown"   Now the reason I call it... the industry shakedown   Is 'cause alot of niggas have fucked up   "word up, industry shakedown"   Now what I mean by fucked up is   They don't wanna see the game played right   "word up, word up"   So me and my nigga pete rock   Gon show y'all how to play the game right   "get ready for the industry shakedown"   "word up, word up"   Word up, word up"      [verse 1]   Uh, uh   I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot   Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got   Without crying, took mad shots without dying   Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin   Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand   That would make me the most feared lyrical man   Ask tone how it feel not to be able to sleep   I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat   I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm universal   Now he played this money game called hand, reversal   I remember when I thought that I could rock at def jam   While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam   I remember when I stepped to lyor, I should've blown him   'cause that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him   Thought I'd sale to atlantic   But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label   Like the fucking titanic   What I gotta do is run some dick up in sylvia rhone   So she can hear bumpy rockin on this microphone   Maybe I can elektra - fy her brain   Show her how I take love and turn it to pain   I never been an ass kisser   I call it if it's right, if rappers ain't gay or dikes   Then they unpluggin your mic   My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit   And I'm comin for my crown, it's bumpy knuckles baby   And it's... [scratches]   The industry shakedown      "word up, word up"   Ha!   "word up, word up"   "ready for the industry shakedown"   Yeah!   "word up, word up"   "industry shakedown"   "word up, word up"   That's right nigga   Me and my nigga pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down   You ready for this one? check it out      [verse 2]   When I spit hot potato, I was peepin tommy boy   But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy   See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper   But I flip the game, 'cause I pull the capers   Got way more nut, than date rapers   You better be tryin to get yourself an office   Way on top of that skyscraper   I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper   Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper   Forgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brasco   A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole   Speakin of police, I found a interscope   And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope   I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk   Wit a big head and a big chest   And a big belly, talkin on a celly   Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats   Like he was tryin to be the mayor   Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth   Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out   Screamin fuck steve stoute, serve street justice   Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted   You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got   'cause wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart   Only gangstas play the part   I'm still around, to bring you, the industry shakedown      Ha!   "word up, word up"   To the pete rock, and you don't stop   To the pete rock, and you don't stop   My nigga pete rock, and you don't stop      [verse 3]   I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say   So I make the kinda records red alert don't play   Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin   Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin   That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin   I heard about the blaze battle, they asked me to be in it   But to not consider me one of the 50 great   So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position   Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen   I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal   Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real   And you want me to battle for a rolie, that i'ma take anyway   Better leave me the fuck alone bumpy knucks don't play   It made me laugh when I think about how gary harris   Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed   Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club   Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub   All them temporary spots will be filled time again   You can hate me now but I will rhyme again   Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt   Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt   And I'll never put my two guns down   Why's that   'cause I need 'em... for the industry shakedown      "word up, word up"   C'mon!   "word up, word up"   Yeah!   "industry shakedown"   That's right   That's what the fuck I call, a industry shakedown   "word up, word up"   And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in this   Motherfucking song but I tell you this much   "get ready for the industry shakedown"   Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, 'cause I reserve my options   It's bumpy knuckles baby, ha   "word up, word up"   And the chocolate boy wonder   I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet