Show Business Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
Let me [Gm]tell you 'bout the snakes,
the fakes, the lies
The highs at all of these
[Bm]industry shing-d[Gm]ings
Where Where you see the [Bm]pretty girls
In the [A]high anim[B]ated [Bm]world
[Gm]Checkin' for a rapper with all the dough
If you take a shit they want to [Bm]know
An[Gm]d if you're gonna fall,
they won't be around, y'all
So you still wanna do the show business?
[A#]And you think that you
[Gm]got what it takes?
I mean you really gotta rap
and be all that
And prepare yourself for the breaks
Check [A#]it out

[Verse 2]
[F]Do you wanna [A#]be in the business?
(the business)
The ups and downs with the hoes
(the business)
Always [Gm]gettin' fronted [A#]on at shows
[Gm](the business)
People gotta [A#]stick their [Gm]nose
[A#](in the business)
Yo, I gotta [Gm]speak on the cesspool It's the

[Verse 3]
[Gm]
rap industry and it
[B]ain't that [Bm]cool
[G]Only if [B]you're on stage or if you're
[G]speakin' to your [Gm]people[G]
[A#]Ain't no one your equal
Espe[Gm]cially on the industry side
[Gm]Don't let the games just glide
[Gm]Right through your fingers,
you gotta know the d[Gm]eal
So Lord Jamar speak,
[A#]because you're real

[Verse 4]
They're givin' you the busi[Gm]ness
and puttin' on a [A#]show
You're a [Gm]mil lion dollar man
that ain't got no doug[A#]h
But you [Gm]got a ho tickets
backstage to a show
Sedated an d at that fact the[Gm]y elated
Time pass and your ass say,
"Where's my loot?"
[Gm]The reply is a kick in the ass
from a [C]leg and a boot
[A#]All you wanna do is taste the fruit
[Gm]But in the b[A#]ack they're makin' fruit juice
[A#]You ask for slac[F]k and wanna
[Gm]get cut loose from the label
Not able 'cause you signed at the table
For a [Gm]pretty cash ad[B]vance,
now they got a song and [Gm]dance
That you didn't recoup,
more soup w[Gm]it' ya meal?
'Cause [F]this is the real when you
get a record dea[Gm]l
And [Bb]I say

[Verse 5]
[Gm]Shucks, look what the cat hauled in[Bb]
It's Phife Dawg from A [Bm]Tribe Called Quest,
let me be[Gm]gin
Like Chuck D,
I got so much trouble on my [Gm]mind
'Bout these no-talent artists [Ab]artists gettin' signed,
they can't rhyme
And if that [Gm]ain't bad,
you got bootleggers
Goin' [A#]out like s[Bm]uckers, motherf[B]uckers
[A#]Feel it's time [Bm]that I let loose the [B]lion
[G]And if not that t[B]hen I'll commence
to head [A#]fly in'
[B]Seems [Bm]in '91 everybody
want a [B]rhyme
And then you [A#]go and sell my
[Bm]tape for [A#]only $5.99?
Please [F]nigga, I've worked too hard for this
No [G]more will I take the
booty end of the [A#]stick
Bogus [Gm]brothers makin' [A#]albums when
they know they can't [A#]hack it
Cos they lyrics is played
[Gm]like 8-Ball jackets
Now tell me I can 't tear it up
Go get [A#]yourself some toilet paper
'cause your lyrics is but[C]t

[Verse 6]
[A#]Do you wanna be in
the business? (the business)
People can't walk a straight
line in (the business)
Some of these [F]brothers can't [A#]rhyme
in (the business)
Ayo, I'm tryna get mine (the business) The [Gm]party scene is cool,
but then again it's all the [G]same
You see the same faces,
[Gm]but at different places
When you're up and ridin' high
everything is palsy-palsy
[Gm]Get [A#]Get a million pounds and all
the [A#]skins give you hugs
Well that's [F]cool, I can [A#]dig it,
it really ain't my [G]bag
Prefer to max on the [B]side
and let my pants [G]sag
"Oh, he's a cutie", yeah, real [B]cute
But I [Bb]wasn't that cute when
I didn't have no loot
Although I hit a [G]pound of herbs
I'm still nice with the verbs
So fuck what you heard
The born cipher,
cipher master makes me think much fa[Bb]ster
But critics still continue to plaster[Bb]
My name and dis credit my fame
[Bb]All that shit is game
And I don't really give a damn
Eat from the tree of life and throw
away the verbal [Bb]ham

[Verse 7]
Well, [Bb]excuse me,
I gotta add my two [Bb]cents in
Don't be alarmed,
the [Bm]rhyme was [Bb]con densed in
A matter of [Bm]minutes so it must be told
All that glitters, not gold
Everybody wants a [B]deal,
help me make a demo
See my [A]name in bright [A#]lights,
ride around in a limo
My moms keeps beefin'
(boy, get a job)
But I [Ab]wanna [B]make jams,
dam n, I know I'll slam
Huh, well it's not that easy
You gotta get a [Bm]label that's
willin' and able
To market and promote,
and you better hope
[Gm](For what?) That the product is dope
[A#]Take it from [Bm]Diamond,
it's like mountain climbin'
[G]When it comes to [Bb]rhymin'
you gotta put your time in
Get a good lawyer so problems
won't pile
You don't wanna make a pitch
[Ab]that's wild

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