Steady Bootleggin' Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Some get over the hump, bootleggin' 

Some go down in the dark, bootleggin' 

Some get over the hump, bootleggin' 

Some go down in the dark, bootleggin' 

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' 

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' 

I've been watching you for about two weeks 

Selling phony imitations of myself 

If I chose to wild, I might flip or break your table 

Strong arms tappin' all your pockets 

Look, look at this tape, loose ass plastic 

Copy machine picture damn straight, I'm gonna hit ya 

But I don't 'cause I maintain 

You're just a common street peddler offender, the question revolves 

Is the record company involved? 

Hmm, dig the reality, is that I'm bein' played 

Should somebody take the weight 'cause my pocket's like on E 

That I can't see, therefore I burnt teeth 

When I find the source to my loss of income 

I gots ta see him Jack, yo I gots ta see 

And the street vendor out there, don't steal don't sell my tape 

I don't give a fuck about the plea that you coppin' 

Everyone's got problems sellin' my tape ain't gonna solve 'em 

On my ave, holdin' your eye with a heatin' pad 

Dig the scene cat, knowledge the crime, know the time 

Or you'll be out much more than a dime 

So many fingers, steady bootleggin' 

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin' 

So many fingers, steady bootleggin 

Some of these high class ahead they still bootleggin' 

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' 

Steady bootleggin', steady bootleggin' 

A kick in the ass from a leg and a boot 

Constitute the right to shoot one who steals my loot 

Bang bang like it ain't no thing to the bastard 

Who sold my shit before it's mastered 

Now how the fuck did you get a copy? 

It's an inside job or the security is sloppy 

But nevertheless I'm doin' my best to solve this mess 

I find out, I blow a hole in his chest 

It's black music that they wanna discredit 

Garth Brooks ain't bootlegged 'cause they'd never let it happen 

That's why I'm cappin' and slappin' 

All the motherfuckers sellin' tapes to young black kids rappin' 

They try to say hardcore don't sell 

But everywhere I go, they killed my shit well 

New York to California everywhere in between 

Know the flavor of the God so what the fuck do you mean? 

I gotta get my props in ninety-two it's up to you 

The listener to do your part and buy that bullshit from the start 

I can't get back what I don't receive 

Best believe they got a trick up they sleeve 

Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on 

Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on 

Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on 

Too much bootleggin', too much bootleggin' is goin' on