[Chorus 3X: Timbo King]
Something gots to give in this biz
I don't give a flruck, who you are, who you is

[Timbo King]
Hang it up, ya'll dudes can't record no more
I'll extort you for, any soundtracks and scores
I don't give a fuck, a contract ain't nothing to me
Cuz at the end of the day, you'll be working for free
So what you'se an exec, better respect my G
I'll house y'all muthafuckas, out ya'll muthafuckas
Wanna rhyme in a booth, dude, their better be a phone in it
You looking for a deal, cop a watch with some stones in it
I don't care if your manager name is Pierre
Or Chris Lighty, ya'll still slaves under whitey
Now copywrite that, the BMI, ASCAP nigga
Link it to your websites, I don't wanna hear your mixtapes
I catch you on one of your tour dates
Soon as you come in, that's when my guns'll run in
And mob you, then rob you, without a burner
A signed nation now and big red records
My business hours are from 9 to 5, so call me
I might put you out the first quarter
You look at your paper work, you only get a quarter
A three point, joint venture, with no lawyer
So let me administrate and collect funds for ya
Yeah, your writer's flick it, chopped up with your little bitch
So therefore, before after, you getting shit
Now download that to your iPod or hard drive
Put it to you plain and simple, you gets nada
Yeah, ya'll comical and funny
Now what people do for money, when they all hungry
You wanna be in magazines, posing in faggot jeans
Your momma and poppa taught you better
I thought you was independent with an offer set-up
No street buzz, nobody heard of you
And the word on the streets, dudes be herbing you
Yeah, you shelf material, belong on the wall
I said the first quarter, but I meant the fourth
So you can fall just right off, ain't nothing but a write-off
Show's over, mic's off, yeah
No press release, I suggest you rest in peace
Cuz a deceased rapper makes more money, at least
In this game of cutthroats, you'se a final cut pro
You ain't know? You just got edit out of the video
Production credit, deaded, I did the beat
It's courtesy of the muthafuckin' streets, nigga

[Chorus to fade]