[Chorus x3: Timbo King]

Summin gotz to give in this biz

I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is



[Timbo King]

Give it up, we takin all your royalties

Yo' producer's gettin stuck for the points, we want all his g's

All yo' shit, cuz yo' flow's funny

You gotta pay, pump duels, so give up all yo' show money

Burnin yo' disc in yo' reels

Sellin yo' DAT tapes at crack rates, liable and no frills

I'm hittin hard like a brother from diggstown

I mean Timbs town, laughin at your mix down

Cause I'ma smash that, bash that shit

Fuck ass cap, you catch a cap in yo' ass, black

You not a artist, mics, you can't damage shit

Give up yo' publishin, mother fuck yo' management

You not rugged, we housin yo' recordin budget

Jack yo' tour, we takin all yo' fuckin luggage

No more interviews, cancel all yo' photoshoots

This is a message for artistes, solos and groups



[Chorus x4]



[Timbo King]

Fuck yo' A&R, yo' whole entire promotion staff

Don't even think about givin out autographs

No spotlight, takin you off stage

Beepers disconnected, you won't get a single page

You'se a biter, you and yo' co-writer

Forget the limos, stick to makin demos

We got a freeze on yo' bank account

Yo' release date expired, forget about comin out

All yo' videos are cancelled, studio times tooken

Throw away them god damn samples

Tell that bullshit lawyer to go hang

Mechnical statue, go to erase, all that shit is dead

Yo' career is a total waste

I'm dissin yo' distibution, don't even have a showcase

Drowin yo' ass in a record pool

Summin gotz to give in this biz, Royal Fam rules



[Chorus x2]



[Timbo King]

Call it a crime when you sign on the dotted line

Put it in writin, black and white, no dollar signs

Deduction, yo' production is jingles

No more reorders on yo' twelve inch singles

I dedicate this to braggers and boasters

Niggaz rippin down stickers and yo' posters

It ain't final 'til it's vinyl, so check it

You wanna go platinum, but you can't make a hit record

We still lookin for yo' bookin agent

Soundscan reported, yo' LP's under rated

You want yo' name on a flyer, retire

Here's a plaque piece for yo' work for hire

No cream, where's yo' president at, I wanna see him

There's no publicity, run yo' podium

Exclusive rights, creative control

Here's yo' release, no records was sold



[Chorus x4]