Record Label Murder

(Paris)

Now what would you do, if I blast

all up in yo' *************t, mother************* the whole staff

*************z know I flow, nine millimeter *************ttin slugs

I'm seein bloody bodies on the mother****** rug

Six o'clock be the time if it's on let it be

You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep

See, ************* you ain't gon' do me like you did Da Lench Mob

I'm decorated in this game, I played too mother****** long

Now - I ain't gotta name nobody name

All I'm knowin is the whole ****** roster is complainin

Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion

And white ******* tryin to get ****** by these soldiers

Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on

See now that's enough to get yo' devil-ass stole on

****** with the wrong *************, playin with my cash

I'm known for puttin devils on they mother****** back

Blast through the front do', what the ************* I'm 'posed to talk?

************* court, I'll be a dead ************* 'fore you walk

Brownout at nine, had no mother****** mercy

So who the ***y *************, ************* record label murder

(Chorus)

(************* label murder) Now we fin' to start some *************t

(that ************* fin' to start) Mother*******s shoulda quit

(better have a ************* money) Out for each and every dime

Seem like everytime I turn around

some janky mother******* tryin to take what's mine

(************* label murder) Got the whole ****** click

(that ************* fin' to start) Now we fin' to start some *************t

(better have a ************* money) Got these *************z out the zoo for the job

Bow down, mother******* you can die when we start robbin

(Paris)

So many times I seen these *************z ****** up out they chips

Cause they didn't know the game, only makin 10 percent

Dealin with these ****** jews, now you losin everytime

How many platinum *************z standin in the county line

Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car

Baby renegotiate, ****** with them Scars

Now you askin who I'm talkin bout, homey you can pick

This whole industry got ************* *************t on whitey *************

And then since I'm a soldier known to speak my ****** mind

I'ma put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme

************* that devil get yo' own man, learn about some *************t

Or be another broke *************, tellin what he did

And now I think you know, that I really gives a *************

Fear no evil cause I'm God, let that devil try his luck

Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it

These players gettin played homey, record label murder

(Chorus)