Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Maguire Song, artist - Murs. Album song F'Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Murs 316
Song language: English
The Maguire Song |
Ah nothing man you know just doing a little underground shit |
whatever you know selling these tapes broke ass fuck |
Yeah I see you know what i’m sayin I aint tryin to go out like that |
nigga I’m trying to get signed |
have a video and shit you know what I’m sayin |
so I can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker |
Oh F’real well you got a little skill you can do that |
but um listen to this story check this out |
Now heres this story about this fool |
I knew from back in the day |
His name was Mike, he used to kick raps around the way |
I used to see this nigga everyday up at the school |
I mean dude was cool type of fool |
who always said what he meant |
You could peep him at lunch |
Freestylin by the bench |
Now he lived in the hood some called the Danger Zone |
so he was no stranger to own ways of gettin a legal scratch |
But for some Strage reason he wasn’t living like that |
We used to kick back smoke a sack |
Every now and then but usually |
he was in the house with his pen |
Writing raps that all the homies said was fat |
To match that he got he gots his beats |
From this nigga named Toan |
One day Mike said to Toan |
Lets hook up a demo man |
That shit could be on Or thats what they thought shit didn’t pop |
Right away they got caught slippin |
And Mike really started trippin |
After a couple months he droped out of school |
Now we all day kickin it getting high |
Smokin blunts even quit his part time J.O.B |
Tooked the money that he saved |
Put that shit up on the P And now he’s flippin zits |
Man you know the whole skit |
On how his ass gon quit |
After he’s stacked enough chips |
But out the blue he got this call |
>From this A&R talking bout it’s time to sign |
The first thing that runned threw Mikes mind |
Is that I wont have to grind |
So when he got the contract |
He didnt give it back ignored the print |
That was fine Flashed 50g's in his face |
And said All you have to do Is sign on the line to get it But Toan wasnt with it Thats when the group split |
But Mike didn’t trip he knew he could get beats |
From the kids he was on the label with |
So he took the money did some normal rapper’s shit |
bought his ass a new ride |
Tried to buy his moms a home |
But when she said I aint gonna move up out the hood |
He paid off all her loans and hit the studio |
Every single day of the week |
And made the beat hella tight songs |
And after a couple a months |
The album was finished so he gave the masterd |
To the label so they could handle the bissness |
aww fool I know who you talking about that was that nigga that nigga |
mike yeah that fools shit was tight fool he was blowin up fool what |
happend that nigga got dropped or what I dont know I aint never seen |
that nigga in the hood no more |
(murs chuckles) |
This why you aint seen that motherfucker in the hood fool |
Now when the single dropped |
It really start to pop |
His shit hit the charts at the top |
You could see his video all day on The Box |
And when he hit the spot |
All the bitches would jock |
Same ones back in high school that didnt wanna speak |
Now they step into Mike tellin him he’s a freak |
But he didnt get the big head |
And start to tweak he stayed down to earth |
And kicked it with his homies |
Every single day on the Turf |
So when the album released |
He thought his check might increase |
But he didn’t see the loot |
Every time he called the label |
They gave him the same song and dance |
About his advance having to be recouped |
And on the day of his second video shoot |
They told he had been let go It seemed the president thought |
Rap artist wernt bringing in enough dough |
You know not enough capital |
So they dropped the whole |
Department of Black Music |
Now most of them artist didn’t go on to do shit |
When back to 9 to 5's punchin clocks |
Acceptin weekly checks |
But Mike had a plan after a while |
He knew he was getting fuck |
By these record Exec’s |
Now it was time to put the plan in effect |
Next day at the building he goes in Disguised as the dude from Fed X Takes the elevator all the way |
To the top floor no sooner then he steps |
Out the door the secutary askin Who the package is for |
He said Im here to see uh Mr. Goldstien |
She said Right now he cant be seen |
So he tryed t walk past her and ignore it Then she grabed his shirt like |
Nah I could sign for it So he gave her the clip board |
Then acted like he was pullin a pen |
Out of his uniform But a rag full of chloriform |
Then placed over her face |
The bitch was knocked out slid her fat ass |
Under the desk just incase no time to waste |
He went into the Big Man’s office |
As soon as Goldstien seen Mike face |
He knew something was going on So he reached for the phone |
Just as Mike expected |
So he healed up the end of the cord |
To show him that that shit was dissconected |
He connected with a knife to his wind pipe |
Now he couldn’t scream for his life |
He said none of this had to happend |
If you would’ve treated your artists right |
Trying to pimp my peoples art |
Never giving us a equal part |
But I was peepin your plan from the start |
It was never to see us be young black and rich |
Yal wanted to be the only muthafucker’s |
Stacking chips that fool looked like he was |
honna have himself a heart attack and shit |
But Mike stepped back and stabbed him in the heart |
with the pen he signed his contract with, aint that a bitch |
I heard that fool moved to Moraco or some shit |