K-Rino - Bad Bizness lyrics

I'm tired of boys jumpin' in the
Game acting like they invented it
Hollerin' that they gangsters but
They never represented it
Real Gs heard your shit
And instantly resented it
Claimin' hood strife that you ain't
Never been presented with
Now the streets is talkin' killers out
Here wanna touch your head
Aggravated 'cause they found out who ya
Is and what ya said
Partner if you ain't hard, don't act hard
Just be yourself
Caught up in the mix is how you
Frontin' like a gangster is just somethin'
That you try to do
How'd you like to find out that
Your favorite rapper lied to you?
Sellin' on the mic would be a threat to you
Harder than a motherfucker 'til
Somebody step to you
Win or lose, stand up and fight, man hands
Understand you ain't gotta act gangster
To be a man cappin' on your CDs
But, I can see the game in it k-Rino is real
I ain't livin' it I ain't claimin' it

Boys operatin' on bad bizness
You keep it up and you'll be
Livin' in your last minutes
Somebody told me all money ain't good
Money but no money's worse
Don't even speak about no work
Unless you're payin' me first

I need to explain somethin' to y'all who
Want K to spit a verse
Don't approach me about business until
You got the paper first
I'ma piss on your situation, no love included
No exception to the rule
Major label or independent simple and plain
I'm all about collecting my change
You disrespected me but also
Disrespected the game
When you got the dividends you can
Hand me the track then
And you can save that talk about
Payin' me on the back end
You dealin' with pros
So I'ma expose you hoes
That go from compilation sixteen
Bar flows at shows
Playin' games and finna get
Your ass beat purple
I spit free for only a few
And you ain't in that circle
If you comin' at me real man
I'll cut you a deal
My response all depends only
On what you reveal
Don't even fix your mouth to ask me
What I charge for a song
If you ain't ready to break bread
Get your punk ass on

And I don't send my music into major labels
They crooks
You'll mess around and hear mainstream
Rappers fittin' your hooks
Instead of signin' you they stealin'
That's how bastards get hurt
Then got the nerve to come to
Your city and do a concert
Man I can't count how many rappers
That done stole my lines
And I done heard my hooks and
Concepts at least twenty times
I gotta tell it
'cause it'll happen forever if I let it
These bastards know they stole your shit
And won't give you credit hollywood hoes
I bust you in the mouth and smile
Worthless-ass rappers makin' millions
Offa your style
And I ain't trippin' on no paper
I don't want one dime but motherfuckers
Speak my name when you speak my lines