Yeah  "Industry Shakedown"  I call this one  The Industry Shakedown  Word up  Uh huh  "Industry Shakedown"  Now the reason I call it... the Industry Shakedown  Is 'cause a lot of niggas have fucked up  "Word up, Industry Shakedown"  Now what I mean by fucked up is  They don't wanna see the game played right  "Word up, word up"  So me and my nigga Pete Rock   Gon show y'all how to play the game right  "Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"  "Word up, word up"  Word up, word up"    [Verse 1]  Uh, uh  I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot  Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got  Without crying, took mad shots without dying  Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin  Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand  That would make me the most feared lyrical man  Ask Tone how it feel not to be able to sleep  I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat  I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal  Now he played this money game called hand, reversal  I remember when I thought that I could rock at Def Jam  While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam  I remember when I stepped to Lyor, I should've blown him  'cause that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him  Thought I'd sale to Atlantic  But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label  Like the fucking Titanic  What I gotta do is run some dick up in Sylvia Rhone  So she can hear Bumpy rockin on this microphone  Maybe I can Elektra - fy her brain  Show her how I take love and turn it to pain  I never been an ass kisser  I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes  Then they unpluggin your mic  My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit  And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby  And it's... [scratches]  The Industry Shakedown    "Word up, word up"  Ha!  "Word up, word up"  "Ready for the Industry Shakedown"  Yeah!  "Word up, word up"  "Industry Shakedown"  "Word up, word up"  That's right nigga  Me and my nigga Pete Rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down  You ready for this one? Check it out    [Verse 2]  When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy  But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy  See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper  But I flip the game, 'cause I pull the capers  Got way more nut, than date rapers  You better be tryin to get yourself an office  Way on top of that skyscraper  I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper  Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper  Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco  A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole  Speakin of police, I found a Interscope  And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope  I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk  Wit a big head and a big chest  And a big belly, talkin on a celly  Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats  Like he was tryin to be the mayor  Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth  Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out  Screamin fuck Steve Stoute, serve street justice  Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted  You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got  'cause wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart  Only gangstas play the part  I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown    Ha!  "Word up, word up"  To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop  To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop  My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop    [Verse 3]  I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say  So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play  Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin  Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin  That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin  I heard about the Blaze Battle, they asked me to be in it  But to not consider me one of the 50 great  So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position  Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen  I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal  Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real  And you want me to battle for a Rolie, that I'ma take anyway  Better leave me the fuck alone Bumpy Knucks don't play  It made me laugh when I think about how Gary Harris  Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed  Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club  Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub  All them temporary spots will be filled time again  You can hate me now but I will rhyme again  Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt  Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt  And I'll never put my two guns down  Why's that  'cause I need 'em... for the Industry Shakedown    "Word up, word up"  C'mon!  "Word up, word up"  Yeah!  "Industry Shakedown"  That's right  That's what the fuck I call, a Industry Shakedown  "Word up, word up"  And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in this  Motherfucking song but I tell you this much  "Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"  Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, 'cause I reserve my options  It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha  "Word up, word up"  And the Chocolate Boy Wonder  I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet