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 a vendor the question revolves is the record company involved hmm if 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 though it might add 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 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 of young black kids rappin they try to say hardcore don t sell but everywhere i go they kick 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 give back what i don t receive best believe they got a trick up they sleeve 