Whussup Murs
[Murs]
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
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
But um listen to this story check this out
[verse 1]
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 that's 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 didn't 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 wasn't with it
That's 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 don't know I aint never seen
That nigga in the hood no more
[Murs] (murs chuckles)
This why you aint seen that motherfucker in the hood fool
[verse 2]
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 didn't wanna speak
Now they step into Mike tellin him he's a freak
But he didn't 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 can't 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
[???] Whussup Murs [Murs] 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 [Murs] Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that But um listen to this story check this out [verse 1] 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 that's 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 didn't 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 wasn't with it That's 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 don't know I aint never seen That nigga in the hood no more [Murs] (murs chuckles) This why you aint seen that motherfucker in the hood fool [verse 2] 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 didn't wanna speak Now they step into Mike tellin him he's a freak But he didn't 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 can't 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 Explain Request ×
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