[Intro]
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up at the radio station huh?
Man, I know he'll show some love, man
I'ma go and take my CD over to him see if he'll play it, man
Ha
Straight up
Ha

Hey, what's up, man?
I said hey, what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin', man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate that if you just listened to it
Oh, I'm sorry
My bad

[Verse 1]
DJ DJ hey what's up?
I brought you a copy of my brand new cut
I'm just a young artist tryna mash and grind
Can you put me in the mix so I can get me some shine
"Don't you see I'm real busy and I'm pressed for time
Just leave it on my desk and if I get some time
Then it's possible I could play it down the line
Or it could be tomorrow if you give me the sign"
A sign? "Yeah fool a dollar sign
Ten to twenty thousand would suit me fine
Just leave me a number, no you can't have mine
If you serious I'll hit you up tomorrow at nine"
Man I just got through telling you I got no ends
If I had that kind of bread I wouldn't need your spins
Now I see how the game go it's all about mail
Let me get out this building before I end up in jail
[Chorus]
I go, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring the bloodshed straight to your dome
Come on, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to get thrown in the mix

[Verse 2]
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see me
Got my single in the pocket of my warm-up pants
Cause I'm knowing it could blow up if they give me a chance
I said DJ DJ how you been?
I'm just a young rap cat tryna win
You don't even have to play it when the club is live
It can be the last song at 1:55
He said, "Look, let me tell you what you need to do
You get the radio to play it and I'll play it too"
I said, Nah man, what you saying can't be true
The dude at the radio station sent me to you
And anyway if you a real jock, break the song
Just play it, if it's trash then I'll leave you alone
But if the people start jamming to it show me some love
Before we drag your hating ass out of this club, c'mon
[Chorus]
DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring the bloodshed straight to your dome
Yeah, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to get thrown in the mix

[Verse 3]
DJ DJ, wow what's this?
I tried to be professional but now I'm pissed
I really really wish you would have told the truth
Now there's twenty five goons in the DJ booth
Now you wanna talk and negotiate
If you a real DJ then you supposed to break
Being arrogant and stuck up was your mistake
When they approach you, you just turn your nose up and hate
Put my song on right now, don't start a hope
Cause ain't nobody gonna help you, you can call the Pope
Matter fact, play 'Rich Girl' by Hall & Oates
If you ain't got it, we gonna stomp you in front of all these folks
DJ's and club radios spinning these tracks
With a Synergy Mac and sucking up to industry cats
Politics and fake DJs, you know it's deceit
Payola ain't cheap, the real radio is the streets
[Chorus]
Come on, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might have to bust my steel
Shouldn't have got fly with me when I gave you my song
Now I've got to bring the bloodshed straight to your dome
Tell 'em, DJ DJ what's the word?
I'm really not feeling no songs I heard
I'm in this rap game pushing tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do to get thrown in the mix

[Outro]
Aye, we sendin' out a world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin' these DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, [?]
Wanna be disc jocks around the world
That ain't showin' love to the streets
This goes out to all these fake magazine and newspaper writers
This goes out to all the club DJs
Who ain't showin' love to the hood, to the young cats tryna get on
Your day is coming, your time is short
Ha-ha
Believe what I'm saying
The streets is angry