Industreets (feat. El Boodah, Cesar Cipher & Protheus)

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The Boodah

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When I'm in the streets, it's cop go
When it come to beats, I'm top drawer
Show me you're weak, you get broke
Never been a thief, but I stole

Was always broke, but not pore
Always came and I always saw
Conquer fame and not fall
Off my rocker even more

Maintain what I struggle for
This pain, what I must endure
Ain't got mine, so I'm out for yours
Like divine, I read your thoughts

I rewind and take control
Father time vs uncle law
I'm inclined to win by any cause
By any means, of course

Thug but I want more
Even in cuffs, above the law
Entrusted by them all
Get snubbed by my paw

Cause eruption in your jaw
Concussion in your scar
Want my diamond encrusted
bicuspids, that's all

Bam, you know we finna stay up Industry's about to pay up
Enemies, we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard or seen
My people, let's get it crunk Pull out the shoddy and dump
Leavin your body straight, slumped Facing down in the streets
You know we slanggin', bangin', and rollin
We stay workin them streets Past seven in the mornin

I'm in the streets cause I have to be
Cause I have to eat home
And you don't hate mad at me
If I make it into the industry

I'ma just lay back in my castle seat
Let the cash stack naturally
Money ain't everything if you askin' me but it is necessary
If you wanna get by, see a white man's world

Pull a black man's eyes, gotta get that green
You know what I mean, play ball, rap, sing
Serve them things,
go to school, be somebody

Marines, mafia, don gotti
All I know is I'll get shot
Jail time, probably, maybe not
If I keep rhymin', stay on top of my game

They might say I'm hot
But till that, they play the block
Gotta get that pay on lock
Cause I can't say I've ever gotten paid off hip-hop

Put them G's in my hands
You'll see we the clan
B.A.M by any means, gonna be a man

Bam, you know we finna stay up Industry's about to pay up
Enemies, we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard or seen
My people, let's get it crunk Pull out the shoddy and dump
Leavin your body straight, slumped Facing down in the streets
You know we slanggin', bangin', and rollin
We stay workin them streets Past seven in the mornin

We ride, we roll, till the day we grow old
Or we die, whichever goes first, stay and fly
Even rollin' in hearse, we fresh, stay on point
Past our death, smoke a joint till we pop our chest

Rep the streets, none the less
You will lose if you choose to refuse the industry
Commercialized or undefeat
Verbalize your way to eat

Only thing that matters is
Pockets getting fatter kid
Put food on the platter with
Any means you gotta give

We'll take the biz by storm
Reform your style of norm
Conform it to what sells
And hear the money bells

Jingling all the way to the bank
I'll do me, f*ck what you think
Then we'll really see who gets to f*ck the industry

Bam, you know we finna stay up Industry's about to pay up
Enemies, we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard or seen
My people, let's get it crunk Pull out the shoddy and dump
Leavin your body straight, slumped Facing down in the streets
You know we slanggin', bangin', and rollin
We stay workin them streets Past seven in the mornin

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