Testo You Need To Know - Master P
Testo della canzone You Need To Know (Master P), tratta dall'album The Gift
If you don't want to hear the truth, just uh
Just skip past this one
Keep telling lies 'cause the truth hurts
Keep telling lies 'cause the truth hurts
Sign a deal then they lie about they net worth
You can't make Forbes and have a 360 deal
And everybody tryna get that water deal
Everybody tryna get that Rocawear deal
Everybody tryna get that 80/20 deal like I am
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
They give us one percent, we think we own the team
Sign a record deal but the money don't match a nigga dream
Then they put these rookies against each other
They used to be homeboys, now they tryna kill each other
Uh, don't even read when they sign these deals
Just head straight to TV Johnny's and holler, "Shine these grills"
And when you hot, they gon' let you use they house
And when you not, that's the day they kick you out
While Richard Branson having fun flying to space
These artists out here starving, catching a case
I don't know what they did to Mase
But I heard CÎROC gave Puffy some cake
And these hoes and these jewels'll be a young nigga downfall
They giving like fifty mil' for playing roundball
Then throw your name in the paper
And make it easy access for the haters
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
They got financial advisors just to pay they bills
Dre hit with B, now every rapper want that deal
How you gon' make fifty mil' and go kill a nigga?
Too many steroids, damn, you a silly nigga
Now these athletes wanna be rappers
These rappers make a little money and they wanna be trappers
Buy a Phantom and don't have no house
These niggas backwards from the inside out
And y'all wanna be Kobe 'cause he own the team
I'm tryna be the white boy that own the lead
And I pledge allegiance to the American dream
And educated myself so they won't kill my dreams
I'm glad Nike gave LeBron a hundred mil'
But took that same endorsement, turned it into a couple of bills
And uh, rappers losing to these sponsors
Reality shows think they creating stars, they making monsters
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
This the realest shit I ever wrote
This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know
But if you gettin' money, this the shit you need to know
Why we doing 360 deals when there's so much
Technology out there we could do our own shit?
And why you athletes hooking up with business niggas
That never even made money before to watch your money?
Shit don't make no sense
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Wake up, man
Sign your own check
Invest like one-third of your money just in case
You need that for a rainy day, you feel me?
These strip clubs and cars don't hold
No value, that's a bad investment
You fall down, you get back up, that's how hustlers do it
And if you could help your people, you help 'em
You don't let 'em starve
You never know who might be the next you, nigga
You get a lot of friends when you got money
But when you don't have shit, ain't nobody gon' fuck with you
Listen to what I'm saying, man
Don't let this be you
And don't let no nigga kill your dreams, man
You never too old, never too young
You know, to make music or do what you want to do
You ever seen a rich PD or on-air personality
Anybody ever check they salary?
Motherfuckers always tryna kill a nigga dream
Man, don't worry about no radio
I ain't never worry about getting my songs on the radio
Get your shit in the streets to your people
Nigga, get out there and hustle
Do what you do, man
Stop all that fucking crying
I don't give a fuck about you
Everybody got a problem, nigga
Do you, fuck these haters
Stop fucking with all these broke hoes, nigga
Find you somebody with education or a job, somebody that can help you
Say you hang around a bunch of broke motherfuckers, then you broke
You hang around rich motherfuckers, then you rich
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Writer(s): Mark Rooney, Marc Anthony
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