Ras Kass - The Music Of Business Lyrics
(xzibit): yea. thats what Im talking about(ras k.): yea(xzibit): the homie john john up in this mother*****er(ras k.): yea(xzibit): mr. x to the z with a public service announcementFor all you faggot ass rappers(ras k.): whats that?(xzibit): they think just because a niggas rappingWith a label behind him, its all great(ras k.): yep(xzibit): its modern day pimps and hoes going onAsk epmd, rap is still out of controlCause hip-hop plus glocks = scott la rock, tupac and biggie smallsI figure yall niggaz brawl for lack of protocolNow Im gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbationAnother 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with satanRassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!)Trapped in infatuation (really)? back up off meKiss my ass. then wake up n smell the coffeeSee, when youre broke and unknown, your babys mama clown youYour family downs you. dont want your own kid around youYou aint shit. dont do shitAint gone never be shit. so its quitsTwo videos later, shes on your dick (*****)When your albums selling, she dont worry, be happy.Bragging to her friends: thats just my babies daddy!And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit dont stinkBut wait: you getting cut like the wedding cakeThe music business is straight mafioso:Jewish, italiano, and blackMy bmi/ascap platinum placque rap trackBootleg my shit to japan. at swap meets, sell my same shit backLong sharks break legs. we break beats state to stateAnd record deals? that shit belong with a *****ed up interest rate(chorus 2x):(parish smith sample): music please, music please(color me bad sample): why you treat me so bad?(parish smith sample): music please..music please(other sample): i dont know why baby!(xzibit): just handle your business(verse 2)Its sort of like the label is the devil:R&b, pop, gospel to heavy metalThey make doe pimping the ghet-toLabel mates: different rats in the same rat raceThe production company is the nigga that you learn to hateManagement is your crimy. your lawyer is your liarAnd when your famous but po, you set your accountants office on fireIts like this: they loan you $1For you just to break even, they stack $10When you finally make one dollar, your profit is andrew jack-son ($20)You skinny. they got plenty. the benjamins? before you see anyThey getting gs: big cheese.No vaseline *****ing dope m.c.s, so freezeCall the police chief? it takes a thiefHeres everything you need to know about the record industry,Like a chief.cause labels is doing $300,000 deals;Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills.Not very many, rappers ever see a pennyBut double platinum is two million units. cds cost $20.(too true) so heres a clueSomebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho wasnt you(chorus 2x):(parish smith sample): music please, music please(color me bad sample): why you treat me so bad?(parish smith sample): music please..music please.(other sample): i dont know why baby!(xzibit): just handle your business.Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugsAll sleep in the same bed togetherRich black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddarSame lifestyle: legal or illegalIt be us, swinging a three ***** getting skeed up with peanutsWhich leads up to this: a high turnover rationGroupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio.Mcs get the ***** and fame.Brothers essex floss with a corporate cardAnd charge it to the rappers nameBut the label owners make all the real moneyJust ask david geffrey, barry gordy, russel, or puffy (ching, ching!)Business? you dont get what you deserve. you negotiateAnd everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generateBut hip-hop fans dont buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hateThe rapper that went pop. but before this, I never knewSkills dont pay the mother *****ing bills. money doIs you stupid? how nice I represent dont pay rentThe r&b ho who jock theo on the radio buy your cd doe.Rap magazines be screaming they keep it realBut keep it fake on the coverPulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. no wonderLike common I used to love h.e.r.Now I just ***** h.e.r. with two rubbers(chorus: repeats until end):(parish smith sample): music please, music please(color me bad sample): why you treat me so bad?(parish smith sample): music please..music please(other sample): i dont know why baby!(xzibit): just handle your business
