Lyrics

[Nas On The Radio] The whole game they exploitin' us man, this is our music, this is our music Even record companies they exploitin' our artists Cheatin' 'em out of royalties and paper not given them what they deserve and then when you come to the radio They cheatin' you outta that, then on the videos and award shows, what is an award? God gives me an award by givin' me.... [Intro: Cam'ron] I'ma calm down 'cause he just wanna learn sumthin' so I teach (uh) him sumthin', I ain't the one to teach [Verse: Cam'ron] Call me ten ten wins in twenty two seconds, I gave him the world (world) Took his chick wit me came back, gave him his girl (gave her back) Why you mad, we slavin' your girl I don't want it, you can have her, we'll cave in your world You in that deal wit Sony still dealin' wit Sony Home-boy where are your homies (where they at) Don't let 'em pick you out Call me up, I could get chu out I show how to do this son I teach you, look Nas find ya A&R first that's evident Ask for Donnie Ienner (who's that?) That's your president (oh) You ain't triple yet, tell him that's ya evidence And you broke, had to relocate ya residence (trade in the house huh) And your clothes and ya mommy Corolla But F him, ask him for Tommy Mottola (and what) Remember that's the boss of the bosses, babyyyyyyy I show how to do this son Look Nas sit him down, build and bounce How you sold five mill only a mill in your account (got the same account) He'll grab you near, whisper in ya ear NAS SUCK A DICK, GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! I show how to do this son This bastard's gonna burn, he's the wackest from The Firm (wackest outta everybody) Designer kids that'a find ya kids (trash) Time to remind y'all who he is LAMMMEEEEEE Yeah, I'm layin' him down, once again I like the way that it sounds LAMMMEEEEEE He got a problem my friend, he can't even walk through Harlem again Don't they know Jim is starvin' for gems He'll rob him again then rob him again I show how to do this son