Bad Bizness - K Rino

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