| Yeah
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| Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
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| Ain’t gettin their proper loot
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| You know what I’m sayin?
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| (Right)
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| Check the technique
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| (Aha)
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| Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain’t the same
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| Suckers kidnapped the game
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| I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
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| Half of em broke — and none of em smoke
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| (Bust the facts, loc)
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| I got into this hip-hop game
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| Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
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| There’d never been no cash made in it
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| So who thought you could get paid with it?
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| Just crash the club with my crew and then I’m outta there
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| Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
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| Then Run-D.M.C. |
| jumped the fuck off
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| Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
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| There wasn’t many rappers out there rockin the streets
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| When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
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| I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene
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| I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on — know what I mean?
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| I started crashin rap contests
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| Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC’s chests
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| I signed on the lines of a wack contract
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| Didn’t even read it, fuck that
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| They gonna put my record out
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| I’m gonna be large, know what I’m talkin about?
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| In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
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| Yo, this business sucks
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| But I got another chance and I came correct
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| Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit’s legit
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| But many won’t get no second chance
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| And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
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| The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
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| A straight pimp game, and there ain’t no shame
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| And the shit’s gone too far
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| 100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R's
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| The game’s hijacked
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| The rap game’s hijacked
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| Let me tell you how it happened
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| Now while every MC in the game
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| Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
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| They dug out the foundation
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| Now let me give a demonstration
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| Say you got a dope group from the hood
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| Talkin mad shit like they’re up to no good
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| You take em to a label
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| Now who sits behind the table?
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| Some jewish muthafucka that don’t know shit
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| Tryin to tell y’all what’s a fuckin street hit
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| The shit’s way off course
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| It’s like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
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| You go on tour, the white agency says you’re wild
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| Tone down your style
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| The radio jocks are all pop
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| So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
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| The shit that make your face turn green
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| Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
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| I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
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| I’m doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
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| Get your paperwork straight, kid
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| Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
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| Don’t blow your dough, cause you will see g’s
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| But this game has no guarantees
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| Learn about publishing points, so you won’t be blind
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| Learn to read everything you sign
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| Then you might have a chance
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| If not, bend over, pull down your pants
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| The game’s hijacked
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| (Yeah
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| I don’t they hear you, brother)
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| Yo, the rap game’s hijacked
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| (Word)
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| I’m talkin 'bout a hijack
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| (Say it one more time, baby)
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| The rap game’s hijacked
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| Check it
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| (Break it down for these niggas)
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| You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
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| Yo kid, check the math
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| Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
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| And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
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| You ain’t nothin but somethin to be used and worked
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| You ain’t nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
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| Cause the fuckin record label don’t love ya, pal
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| They didn’t love ya on the street and don’t love ya now
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| They’re out to make an end, friend
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| Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10
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| They’ll take you for everything you got
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| Or else they’ll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
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| I’m tryin to tell you what’s up
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| You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts
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| Cause I just can’t stand around and watch rap get done
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| And my brothers ain’t gettin none
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| A nigga like me has gotta spit game
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| Nigga, get that cash flow. |
| fuck that muthafuckin fame
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| Cause the white man’s rippin us off once again
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| Real hip-hop, my man
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| Fool, the rap game’s hijacked
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| You need to listen, nigga
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| The rap game’s hijacked
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| Need to play this record about ten times
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| The rap game’s hijacked
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| Black people don’t own shit
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| The rap game’s hijacked
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| Check it
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| R&B's hijacked
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| Black acting is hijacked
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| Just being black is hijacked
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| (Build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
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| Nigga
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| Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
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| You better get a end.
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| While the money’s there, boy
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| Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
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| All niggas gotta get some real estate
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| Muthafucka
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| Come up
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| Fuck a bitch
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| Better get somethin you can own, asshole
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| White man ain’t givin up shit
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| Word o' life
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| Although I got a white engineer
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| But he’s gettin minimum wage
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| So it’s cool…
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| Yeah
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| Shit’s been hijacked |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap Game's Hijacked , by - Ice T. Song from the album VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп