Album: In God We Trust
["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!"] 
Verse One: Sadat X 
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!"] 
Verse Two: Lord Jamar 
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."]