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["Some get over the hump... bootleggin! Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin. Some get over the hump... bootleggin! Some go down in the dark! Bootleggin. Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]Verse One: Sadat XI've been watching you for about two weeksSelling phony imitations of myselfif I chose to wild I might flip or break your tableStrong arms tappin all your pocketsLook, look at this tape, loose ass plasticCopy machine picture damn straight I'm gonna hit yaBut I don't cause I maintain, you're just a common street peddleroffender, the question revolvesIs the record company involved?Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein playedShould somebody take the weight cause my pocket's like on EThat I can't see, therefore I burnt teethWhen I find the source to my loss of incomeI gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta seeAnd the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tapeI don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppinEveryone's got problems sellin my tape ain't gonna solve emOn my ave... holdin your eye with a heatin padDig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the timeOr you'll be out much more than a dime["So many fingers... steady bootleggin! Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin! So many fingers... steady bootleggin! Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin! Steady bootleggin!"]Verse Two: Lord JamarA kick in the ass from a leg and a bootConstitute the right to shoot one who steals my lootBang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastardWho sold my shit before it's masteredNow how the fuck did you get a copy?It's an inside job or the security is sloppyBut nevertheless I'm doin my best to solve this messI find out, I blow a hole in his chestIt's black music that they wanna discreditGarth Brooks ain't bootlegged cause they'd never let ithappen, that's why I'm cappin and slappinAll the motherfuckers sellin tapes to young black kids rappinThey try to say hardcore don't sellBut everywhere I go they killed my shit wellNew York to California everywhere in betweenknow the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean?I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to youthe listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the startI can't get back what I don't receiveBest believe they got a trick up they sleeve["Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on! Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on. Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on! Too much bootleggin! Too much bootleggin is goin on."]more