Summin’ Gotz to Give

Lyrics

[Chorus: Timbo King] Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is [Verse 1: Timbo King] Give it up, we takin all your royalties Yo' producer's gettin' stuck for the points, we want all his G's All your shit 'cause your flow's funny You gotta pay pump duels, so give up all your show money Burnin' your disc in your reels Sellin' your DAT tapes at crack rates, liable and no frill I'm hittin' hard like a brother from Diggstown I mean Timb's town, laughin' at your mix down 'Cause I'ma smash that, bash that shit Fuck ASCAP, you catch a cap in your ass, black You not a artist, mics, you can't damage shit Give up your publishing, motherfuck your management You not rugged, we housin' your recordin' budget Jack your tour, we taking all your fuckin luggage No more interviews, cancel all your photoshoots This is a message for artistes, solos and groups [Chorus: Timbo King] Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is [Verse 2: Timbo King] Fuck your A&R, your whole entire promotion staff Don't even think about givin' out autographs No spotlight, taking you off stage Beepers disconnected, you won't get a single page You's a biter, you and your co-writer Forget the limos, stick to makin' demos We got a freeze on your bank account Yo' release date expired, forget about comin' out All your videos are cancelled, studio time tooken Throw away them goddamn samples Tell that bullshit lawyer to go hang Mechanical statutory rates, all that shit is dead Your career is a total waste I'm dissing your distribution, don't even have a showcase Drowning your ass in a record pool Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz, Royal Fam rules [Chorus: Timbo King] Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is (Who you is) Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is (Who you is) [Verse 3: Timbo King] Call it a crime when you sign on the dotted line Put it in writin', black and white, no dollar signs Deduction, yo' production is jingles No more reorders on your 12 inch singles I dedicate this to braggers and boasters Niggas rippin' down stickers and your posters It ain't final 'til it's vinyl, so check it You wanna go platinum, but you can't make a hit record We still lookin' for your booking agent SoundScan reported, your LP's underrated You want your name on a flyer, retire Here's a plaque piece for your work for hire (No cream) Where's your president at, I wanna see him There's no publicity, run your podium Exclusive rights, creative control Here's your release, no records wasn't sold [Chorus: Timbo King] Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is Summin' Gotz to Give in this biz I don't give a fuck who you are, who you is