CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Charles Barkley

You have to understand somethin', there's guys—
See, there's some—there's some guys, uh, who
We call 'em "studio gangsters"

Don't give me hype, I'm a serious individual
Evaluate the profits and divvy all the residuals
See, gettin' money is just a part of the ritual
And at a early age, I shied away from the typical
If I don't make it in rap, I made in the streets
Rather not speak on my dealings, I plan to stay discrete
'Cause loose lips get to sinkin' ships, dramas can reach a cliff
It's dough or die, they don't see the shift
It's the Dump Titanium Myth, I'm dunkin' over cliques
I hold the hammer with a iron grip
Iron fist laws get laid, the struggle maintains
I'm still a savage, leave the vocal booth in bloodstains
It's automatic, executin' like the reaper
Plus I'm like a magnet to the Franklins like Aretha
We at the top, ain't no way that we comin' down
I can't accept the plug givin' me run-arounds
But that's what turned us into bosses, cautious
Know it ain't no way to make up for the time losses

This is goin' out—This is go—goin' out
This is goin' out—This is go—goin' out
This is goin' out—This is goin' out to you studio gangstas
Take that sh*t off the windows. You don't need it tonight