[Chorus x3: Timbo King]
Summin gotz to give in this biz
I don`t give a fuck who you are, who you is
[Timbo King]
Give it up, we takin all your royalties
Yo` producer`s gettin stuck for the points, we want all his g`s
All yo` shit, cuz yo` flow`s funny
You gotta pay, pump duels, so give up all yo` show money
Burnin yo` disc in yo` reels
Sellin yo` DAT tapes at crack rates, liable and no frills
I`m hittin hard like a brother from diggstown
I mean Timbs town, laughin at your mix down
Cause I`ma smash that, bash that shit
Fuck ass cap, you catch a cap in yo` ass, black
You not a artist, mics, you can`t damage shit
Give up yo` publishin, mother fuck yo` management
You not rugged, we housin yo` recordin budget
Jack yo` tour, we takin all yo` fuckin luggage
No more interviews, cancel all yo` photoshoots
This is a message for artistes, solos and groups
[Chorus x4]
[Timbo King]
Fuck yo` A&R, yo` whole entire promotion staff
Don`t even think about givin out autographs
No spotlight, takin you off stage
Beepers disconnected, you won`t get a single page
You`se a biter, you and yo` co-writer
Forget the limos, stick to makin demos
We got a freeze on yo` bank account
Yo` release date expired, forget about comin out
All yo` videos are cancelled, studio times tooken
Throw away them god damn samples
Tell that bullshit lawyer to go hang
Mechnical statue, go to erase, all that shit is dead
Yo` career is a total waste
I`m dissin yo` distibution, don`t even have a showcase
Drowin yo` ass in a record pool
Summin gotz to give in this biz, Royal Fam rules
[Chorus x2]
[Timbo King]
Call it a crime when you sign on the dotted line
Put it in writin, black and white, no dollar signs
Deduction, yo` production is jingles
No more reorders on yo` twelve inch singles
I dedicate this to braggers and boasters
Niggaz rippin down stickers and yo` posters
It ain`t final `til it`s vinyl, so check it
You wanna go platinum, but you can`t make a hit record
We still lookin for yo` bookin agent
Soundscan reported, yo` LP`s under rated
You want yo` name on a flyer, retire
Here`s a plaque piece for yo` work for hire
No cream, where`s yo` president at, I wanna see him
There`s no publicity, run yo` podium
Exclusive rights, creative control
Here`s yo` release, no records was sold
[Chorus x4]
