4 Short of 80 - Eric Bobo

It all started with a demo, two tracks

Produced by these two cats

Miguel/Anthony

Charged mad loot off the fact that

They mom was a known singer

We went to school together

We was cool and shit, I’m blaming me, I’m fool, whatever

Fuck them, I’m on to the next

Sent my shit out to Def, Jam and Bad Boy, two labels only what you expect

I was new to this

This was 2000 son

Kept hope alive till 2001

Met this dude who produced some shit big in the 90s (I like to move it, move it)

He said he knew some dude at Def Jam they wanted to sign me

?, no call backs, no return calls

No fall backs, no nothing, so he can suck my balls

And by the time I knew I was in for a ride

The industry where the strong only survive, powers will lie

2002 came to, had it with the bullshit

Started producing myself,?

Fruity Loops

A few shows, still shoppin' demos from before

I refused to lose my raw till '03 came along

Did my research, hooked up with my mans out there

Who scooped me up on harsh there and what snakes to watch here

A new demo

Turned a few tracks more

Shopped that shit out to every dick, every prick and hip hop board

To every label

500 copies of demos

Not even one called to say «Hello»

Accept for Elektra

They holla, I respect 'em for that

Even Death Row, they answered me back

Went to Bad Boy 2004, I was determined

Still shoppin' music, makin' my album’s huntin'

I’m suited up, what, like I own this shit

Puffy’s guard kicked me out like «You on some shit»

Met?

from Terror Squad, Fat Joe my demo got, crazy

Dropped it off at his crib in the limo, stop

Then?

looked at me, I swear on my dome

That nigga said, «Son I got this at home.»

I don’t stop

Damn homie

Hate him for that

I’m just tryin' to get heard, but let’s just leave it at that

Through some tactics and antics, got my track list played

Wendy Williams show, dunn here comes the big fame

Couple peeps called up, «You ain’t signed, now that’s great

Cause I got a DMX show for you.»

Here comes the game

Same shit at square one

Now notice I’ve been goin' through the same shit a thousand times now since day

one

But whatever, it’s 2004

I’m still juggling, school, job and music

I’m buying albums struggling

Finally, got it completed, shopped it around

But by now knew exactly what was gonna go down

I ain’t stress it

I do what I do, show what I got

Opinion or not, the shit I be doin' is hot

I ain’t shoppin' since then

And every other time I get ten dollar CD sold I think of

Snakes givin' me props, show for those that don’t know me

Shit I’m doin' good now, I detect these phoneys

Make the street heads call up and promise me the world

I crush 'em all, hang up and tell 'em my albums for sale

I don’t care if they there or not

You see me doin' my thing

This music is makin' my age

I don’t need you

Don’t need to suck up to you, keep up with you

Watch my mouth, not slip up with you, man what’s up with you?

Then I tried to hit the scene with the DJ’s

Making cream like, «Yo, how can I get down with your team?

We can both get gold.»

But they don’t see it like that

Sometimes like an industry cat, they don’t know how to act

These DJ’s be thinkin' they slick

«How much money you want?»

«For what?»

«To be on this.»

«Nigga suck on my dick!»

It’s funny how the same cats who come around now

Like they knew you from before, heard your name around town

Mike, like you don’t remember when I spoke to you, you dissed me then

I ain’t forget you, I won’t fuck with you

And now you want a drop for what?

Collab with who?

Who does this?

This is Minus chillin' with FUCK YOU

I got a list with your name on it

I don’t forget

Get with this or like them bet you you’ll be mad

Love for the ones that been with me since day one

Bean and Hermando, helping me handle

Music that I know how to do

And there’s other cats too but can get a «fuck you»