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'      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'      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