There, there,
there is a story breaking here in the
New
York
City area early this morning
of which many of you around the country
may not yet be aware.
Started out a scheme to have fun
while we got cream
We're air -likes, loops and mics,
together a team
Move units like majors,
push weight in the streets
Jet -Jazz,
J -Zone,
P &D,
Fat
Beats
We touch records then we spit out a story
We press it up and then
we take the inventory
Our whole intention is to take your territory
Too late, we just took your territory
We hit them with a sample,
let them smoke the rhyme
Or white label it for those who white line
Vinyl junkies take it straight in the vein
They say they scratch it up,
cause it really kills the pain
We can set it, compact it, deviate it
You can download it, burn it, mp3 it
We sell it all, hip hop to rock and roll
But one serve, keep it moving,
nigga, coppin' gold
Nothing personal because we
stop the flow
Independently we accumulate the dough
FCC always be on me
I make microphone fiends
OD off me
Everybody knows that music
is nothing but a drug
Pitty
Pitty with a brick and I'm dead
No time to play around with
distributed sound
Pitty
Pitty with a brick and I'm dead
Homemade billionaires day
by day is the cocktail
Pitty
Pitty with a brick and I'm dead
Hit the damn, drop it off,
then we bounce to the club
Ready?
Do -Si -Do
That's exactly who they try to stop,
Lo -Si -Si -Do
They try to hit the cartel with the
Chargerico
Records, innovations, currency operations
If found guilty,
natural life is what we facin'
Zone .King's been chargin'
for all the base
Me for murder,
spittin' verses in the undercover's face
They quote teens with infrared
beams like I'm
Pablo
Once again, the downfall of
Diablo
Spent some dough, takin' a trial,
make him prove it
Meanwhile, overseas product,
yes, we move it
Feds intercept, don't stress it, yes,
we fix it
Limited edition,
J -Zone remixin'
Switchbar codes,
cause they watch
SoundStand
Open record stores indicate man,
or
Switzerland's
Product we drop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
Damn, that shit sound familiar
Dancing
Everybody knows that music
is nothing but a drug
Hitty witty with a brick and I'm dead
No time to play around,
we're distributin' sound
Hitting, waiting with a brick
and I'm dead
Homemade billionaires,
day by day, it's the cartel
Hitting, waiting with a brick
and I'm dead
Make the deal, drop it off,
then we bounce to the club
Hitting, waiting with a
brick and I'm dead
Ready?
Do -si -do!