Ice T - Rap Games Hijacked Lyrics
YeahToo many hardcore mutha*****as out here in this businessAint gettin their proper lootYou know what Im sayin?(right)Check the technique(aha)[ verse 1 ]Everybody talkin bout the way hip-hop aint the sameSuckers kidnapped the gameI know the biggest in the business, and no jokeHalf of em broke - and none of em smoke(bust the facts, loc)I got into this hip-hop gameJust to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fameThered never been no cash made in itSo who thought you could get paid with it?Just crash the club with my crew and then Im outta thereHit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap careerThen run-d.m.c. jumped the ***** offGot mad paid, word, kicked the bucks offThere wasnt many rappers out there rockin the streetsWhen hip-hop was just cuts and beatsI seen _wildstyle_, dug the sceneI wanna be an mc, rock, rock on - know what I mean?I started crashin rap contestsShootin hardcore rhymes through wack mcs chestsI signed on the lines of a wack contractDidnt even read it, ***** thatThey gonna put my record outIm gonna be large, know what Im talkin about?In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucksYo, this business sucksBut I got another chance and I came correctGot a lawyer and accountant, now my shits legitBut many wont get no second chanceAnd get *****ed in this biz without a kiss or a danceThe game is to exploit young ghetto kidsA straight pimp game, and there aint no shameAnd the shits gone too far100 hip-hop labels with all white a&rsThe games hijackedThe rap games hijackedLet me tell you how it happened[ verse 2 ]Now while every mc in the gameWas worryin about a white boy gettin the fameThey dug out the foundationNow let me give a demonstrationSay you got a dope group from the hoodTalkin mad shit like theyre up to no goodYou take em to a labelNow who sits behind the table?Some jewish mutha*****a that dont know shitTryin to tell yall whats a *****in street hitThe shits way off courseIts like me tellin johnny cash how to sing about his horseYou go on tour, the white agency says youre wildTone down your styleThe radio jocks are all popSo how the ***** this nigga know what shit to rock?The shit that make your face turn greenIs when you get dissed by a kidnap magazineI give a ***** about these mutha*****asIm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothersGet your paperwork straight, kidGet a lawyer and accountant just like I didDont blow your dough, cause you will see gsBut this game has no guaranteesLearn about publishing points, so you wont be blindLearn to read everything you signThen you might have a chanceIf not, bend over, pull down your pantsThe games hijacked(yeahI dont they hear you, brother)Yo, the rap games hijacked(word)Im talkin bout a hijack(say it one more time, baby)The rap games hijackedCheck it(break it down for these niggas)[ verse 3 ]You can go gold and still owe the record label cashYo kid, check the mathLearn about the word recoup, troopAnd stop walkin round all hyped and soupedYou aint nothin but somethin to be used and workedYou aint nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerkedCause the *****in record label dont love ya, palThey didnt love ya on the street and dont love ya nowTheyre out to make an end, friendCause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10Theyll take you for everything you gotOr else theyll sign you and they put on the shelf to rotIm tryin to tell you whats upYou best to listen to this record even if you hate my *****ing gutsCause I just cant stand around and watch rap get doneAnd my brothers aint gettin noneA nigga like me has gotta spit gameNigga, get that cash flow. ***** that mutha*****in fameCause the white mans rippin us off once againReal hip-hop, my manFool, the rap games hijackedYou need to listen, niggaThe rap games hijackedNeed to play this record about ten timesThe rap games hijackedBlack people dont own shitThe rap games hijackedCheck itR&bs hijackedBlack acting is hijackedJust being black is hijacked(build, my nigga, build, my nigga)NiggaStupid mutha*****as, they rippin us offYou better get a end..While the moneys there, boySilly-ass ***** runnin around with a gold chainAll niggas gotta get some real estateMutha*****aCome up***** a *****Better get somethin you can own, *****White man aint givin up shitWord o lifeAlthough I got a white engineerBut hes gettin minimum wageSo its cool...YeahShits been hijacked
