Testi musica canzoni

Uh...Yeah.. yeah..Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..Know the game![Repeat 2X]You ain't got to lie to meAin't got to lie to meYou ain't got to lie to meAin't got to lie to meYou ain't got to lie to meAin't got to lie to meYou ain't got to lie to meAin't got to lie to me[Grand Puba]Everything was good, we signed up on the dotted lineBullshit advancement thinkin everything was fineUp in the studio workin every night and dayFor some strange reason, the work don't match the payNow I'm feelin like a slave, Kunta KenteThe A&R tellin me, what we can't sayBrand Nubian y'all on some different shit BIt's gon' be kinda hard to get y'all on MTV, yeahNow we on a roll, promo tryna blow (Uh-huh)Family can't see 'em, livin off bullshit pediemRunnin around the country, assed-out and half-nakedThree niggaz splittin a dollar-fifty off a recordListen here yo, this shit here better blowCuz we ain't gon' see no paper till they get back all they doughFrom the studio, photo shoots and dough for clothesAdvancement and shit, and not to mention videosThe way we gon' eat, then we gotta do these showsI'ma keep it real witcha, that's how this shit goesThe name of the game is "tough luck" if you don't knowI wish somebody woulda schooled me a long time agoAbout the samplin and shit (Uh-huh)How much those artists getThe mechanicals of royalties and publishin and splitsWe was happy y'all just being on tour (Yeah)Until we learned the game, then the attitudes inflamedHousehold names, pockets didn't match the fameAnd at the same time drop knowledge for your brainBefore you sit down and sip the Cris' and celebrate (Yeah)Be sho' fo' sho' nigga that you got yo' business straightCuz once you sign on the dotted line it's too lateFor the next five years, the recors label got yo' fateYou ain't got to lie to me...more