[Intro:]
Why haven't you learned anything?
[50 cent:]
Uh uh uh 1212 uh uh uh uh
[Hook:]
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
[Verse:]
One thing bout my music it hits you feel the pain nigga I take control of your brain listen nigga now im not playin are you ready for that? Soldier soldier grab the gat ill show you who to aim it at bang bang bang run toss the gat no no no no lookin back nigga leave the watch we aint come for that bitch quit playing with a paper hat shit I roll a ace im shootin back every body no how my paper stack 20 inch chrome on the Cadillac automatic shot gun can you handle that? All the bullshit nigga that's a fact ride through your motherfuckin hood strapped put work in nigga thats that d's get the bust and youll blast back got a little money wanna flash that till the wolves come out and blast gats ? for your ass end up in a casgat I said in a casgat. Who shot biggie smalls if we don't get them they gonna kill us all man puffy no who hit that nigga man that nigga soft hes scared them boys from the west side will brake him off jump on his ass so he run ?
[Hook x2]
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Oh I guess this means I wont be invited to the white parties in the hamptons I don't give a fuck I don't wanna hang out with your punk ass no way got me motherfuckin runnin around this nigga mase now you wanna play games? You wanna make the deal nigga? Man ill fuck your shit up nigga is you crazy nigga? Matter fact you no what I dont wanna do a deal no more fuck the deal nigga you wanna play games? You wanna waste my motherfuckin time nigga? Time is money nigga you wastin the motherfuckin money nigga aite I see what you tryin to do but I dont no why you doin what your tryin to do what do you wanna make me tell everybody what mase told me huh now you go on and send me 50 thousand dollars for this nigga travel fees you no airfair hotel space for that last tour nigga before I really service your ass nigga hahaha
Woo! haha, uh
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin a couple MC's
Beat-boxin, the crowd in the lunch room (yeah)
Me and Prem', both names go together
Like they ain't supposed to be seperate, like "D" in the D
I said it before, I rep in records beats
At the headquarters, rest in peace
Nigga I'ma hold shotty, and knock you out
And I ain't gotta know Karate like Afu-ra
It's - HIP HOP!, strong or not
This is rap basketball, stats all you got
Long as you hot, and your flow could hold up
To knowin all of your short goals is long shots!
Ninety percent of you niggaz ain't hard
Here +Just to Get a Rep+, you not +Gangstarrs+
The finest flow will amaze, rap without me
Minus The Source, minus the Quotable page
HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "No competition"
Back to the voice, of today
- "It's real in the field"
What's realer than - HIP HOP! (yeah)
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
Rythmic, league c'mon wit it, I'm long winded
I will diss you, from long distances
You will not get the chance, like Choppa
Ness and Dylan, to dis-respect, who you don't listen to
Egg in the skillet brain, nigga, diss is you
Smarten up, every person in the earth, be harden up
But the only target is us
It's - HIP HOP! cars and trucks
I be dreamin about shit, like havin a hard time swingin
On a nigga, or squeezin a trigger or fallin
If I land, I won't wake up (yeah)
My six shot model, ya crew
I'm leavin ya mommy faces blue, just like a Hypnotic bottle
They feel you the realer, you spit
This killer shit is hearin us
Healin you if you ill or you sick mentally
It's - HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "Gotta be something for me to write this"
Back to the voice, of today
- "No talent rappers"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
More venom, 5'9 is like a G5
Illest lyrics is stored in him
Chorus is killin, any warrior feelin
That I ain't God - Lord willin
Trust me, after I crush ya buildin
You will just hush, you won't restore the village
We look toward wit killin, real
Though this album is mor-bidly feelin to steel
HIP HOP! - FUCK your feelin's
More rappers dying, much more killin
It's no feelin, realer than gamblin ya life
Everyday, and wakin up to more dealin's
Fourteen killin's, compared to offshore millions
Equals, I got a lot more villians
You know that you easily lose, you be on MTV News
For the first time, because you died over
HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "Come alive y'all"
Back to the voice, of today
- "It's all in the game"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "Yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game that put me on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistable to touch
You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch
Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the Furious played
Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin
they could serve the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin em nutta
An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and The Movement sayin "Yes, yes y'all"
It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire
Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you (I need hip-hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)
Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade
It's all about the game that we play everyday
Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late
Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where you at?...ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet of battleships floatin in diff'rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away
Sincerely yours, LL Cool J
Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, knowhutI'msayin?
First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nahmean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters-?Pope Tone?, Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out, y'nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!
Refugee public,
Akon, on and on
Can I go in for a minute
'cause there's no limit to the cash money hip hop
get things unchanged but they stay the same,
I see molly as the new cocaine
I see them rappers with the big old chains,
remind me of the sick regrets
and rock in with the microphone fin,
and Bobby Brown was the RnB king
yeah, the ..rapper wanna bang,
what happen to this, we were all in the same game,
Missy and Timbaland original dubstep,
and bin bought I had a few Sean to take that,
met my daughter in seven I had to put her in check,
and let her know that here I ask more than medicine and alphabets.
She in Miami with her mami,
she like dad that he teach her how to dug it,
things unchanged but they stay the same,
I'm bumping eyes in the ring now I'm memory lane
tired and most death, PI bought them lectures
my first music video rock M I was the extra,
run the..round rap, now runs in preacher,
and we all the poor write just teachers.
crush groovin, body movin'
Brasil thuggy fresh Bismark kept me be boxin.
And can't fight the evil or warriors,
your MC like you're not be easy, Queen Latifah's
Look pretty..and the visa,
and every feel I have the crash, so I'm pepper,
she so Lordy by mention, long live inside
readin on a wolf game gang pack,
things unchanged but they stay the same,
I see molly is the new cocaine,
yeah I see the rappers..poppin' champagne,
and beasty boys that rip new band.
..cocaine, and Bobby Brown was the RnB king,
and we all wanted to be rustles and men
what happen to the day when we were all in the same game,
yeah my young cousins, rock shit, keep tattoos, they say
what an attitude, I'm talking.., I'm talking nice cube,
I'm talking nice eat doctor Dre Snoop,
but how many kush conflicts, twsit conflict this way,
from back int he day and the..
They should have been the hip-hop dictionary
written by E 40, read a man..
dream daddy, you're sure how the lady..
low rock with the Pitbull, Miami going crazy,
bambi, pepsi, UG kay,
now be listen to this and I'm feeling new way
and I miss outkast like people mister fugee,
as a bird man watching over New Orleans,
this scarface never seen a thug crush
till they see this dark ..ain't seeing hooks from this..
Things unchanged but they stay the same
I see molly is the new cocaine,
I see them rappers with the big old chain
LL Cool J, ..yeah
Fat Joe, Big ,..we all wanna..in this store magazine
Yeah, ..I hear on ..slang, I'm talking..
..remind me of them cope boy,
and Joey bad asses, uncle murder boys
and match the..talk to cool her
..fresh Prince..to suburbs,
in hip hop I'll never be the same
since EMinem lost proof and ..at the game,
..protect me, making good music,
but the tables ain't been the same since Sean..used it
and call em mister lover in the true love crew
'cause she stuck to her roots and let the DJ..
from Busta Jame, Meek Mills to tip to quick,
'cause you.. and if we miss you, daddy do the remix,
Things unchanged but they stay the same
I see molly is the new cocaine,
I see them rappers with the big old chain
a new Jesus piece with Chris lighters name,
biggy and parties the west coast kids,
Mary J Blige RNb queen, ..DMX..
and we all int he same game,
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on y'all let's rock this!
You say one for the trebble, two for the time
Come on!
Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
My restlessness is my nemesis
It's hard to really chill and sit still
Committed to page, I write rhymes
Sometimes won't finish for days
Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
I mathematically add-minister
Subtract the wack
Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that
(Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
You know the motto
Stay fluid even in staccato
(Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in the native tongue
I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
While you still try to follow where it is
I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
Violently, silently
Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
Used to speak the king's English
But caught a rash on my lips
So now my chat just like dis
Long range from the base-line (switch)
Move like an apparition
Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
Putting food on your plate
Many crews can relate
Who choosing your fate (yo)
We went from picking cotton
To chain gang line chopping
To Be-Bopping
To Hip-Hopping
Blues people got the blue chip stock option
Invisible man, got the whole world watching
(where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
All over your map
I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
Where you can either get paid or get shot
When your product in stock
The fair-weather friends flock
When your chart position drop
Then the phone calls....
Chill for a minute
Let's see whoelse tops
Snatch your shelf spot
Don't gas yourself ock
The industry just a better built cell block
A long way from the shell tops
And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)
Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
The out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits (hungh!)
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting tree-top high
Here there's a back water remedy
Bitter intent to memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unacredited
The break beats you get broken with
on time and inappropriate
Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic spnosor of the black glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
It's all city like phase two
Hip Hop will simply amaze you
Craze you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
[Verse One: Bekay]
Bekay Y
Check it out, check it out yo
The music shit used to be makin' my day
Yeah your dream is ya dream till they take it away
Fuck makin' mistakes, I'm makin' a fan
Makin' a fuckin' army while you makin' a band
And you could try to desecrate but I'm takin' a stand
On top of Ground Zero with a shank in my hand
And my peeps screamin' out "Fuck this crap! "
I been gave everything I had to this, please give me somethin' back
All your whips and ice, who the hell knows
I'm more happy with some rope chains and some shell toes
I paint pictures, sculptures
A&R;'s is a bunch of fuckin' vultures, you ruinin' my culture
So while you make your check, pumpin' bullshit
I spit that real shit that could break ya neck
I'm real hip hop to the death of me
I mean for you this shit is a hobby, but for us it's a destiny
[Chorus: Chris Webby]
This is hip hop
I live it I breathe it I walk it I talk it I crave it I need it
Jot lyrics nonstop every day and night
I'd sell my soul for it, name the price
Stay focused, I know that my aim is right
For that one fuckin' shot I would trade my life
Getting' closer to the edge with every page I write
For that one opportunity to blaze the mic
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Rap is my life, always stayin' strapped with a mic
Representin' for all the cats that are actually nice
Which is few, trust son, most of them are fake
Rockin' so many chains they're getting' scoliosis from the weight
Doin' shows and gettin' paid and it's a fact that they suck
Could get tutored by Nas? Still wouldn't be nasty as us
But these the same muthafuckas who be stackin' the bucks
While stuck here in CT like fuck, crack a dutch and it's such
These whack ass rappers think they're tough
With preschool vocab and a whole lotta luck
I'm determined that I can't lose
Take a lead pipe to Soulja Boy's legs, fuck your dance moves
We've been told we got the talent, the devotion and charisma
We just need an opportunity to prove we can deliver
This hip hop and I'm dying to live it (I live this)
And will do every fuckin' thing in my power to get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hip hop, live it breathe it walk it talk it crave it need it
Never lose focus, or get defeated
Keep talkin' that shit, go and get me heated
But I'm rappin', writin', scrappin', fightin', spittin', rippin'
Mic ignitin', hold my spot down, stand tall like a titan
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!
[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can't sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I'm doing drugs trying to feel you
I'm killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around ya
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the weed, ah
Rewind, some things never change
Once in love and it's gone you don't look at it the same, nigga
(Fuck her) Cause she don't live here
I'm soaked in blood but I'm still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college's professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I'll be the first one to say it
She ain't the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop
[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you want to rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you're a slave to your grave, you won't get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her vibe covers keep you warm
But the source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her world star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream
Notice she wasn't breathing for a second then I screamed
"She's dead!", and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours
You can have her she's a motherfucking whore
For me its about more than spitting silly gritty rhymes
Hitting blocks, or getting shot fifty times
God's about His glory, so I can't be about getting mines
By saying I committed crimes, just lying to get my shine
What a tragedy, that that's become the blueprint
Spitting bout they renegades, getting weight and move bricks
All trying to make dollars and new cents, what a nuisance
They call them true, but I'm call them flu- 'cause these dudes sick
And they contagious, each time that they throwing up
Flows that's more than overstuffed with motives of them blowing up
Hoping to get dough, hoping the right doors will open up
They focused on it so, they mouths run like motors bruh
But get a load of us, we flow with focus up
On Jehovah, we soldiers, hoping that folks will notice us
But with intentions of pointing them to great Lord
That's the reason why we make noise, and represent with great joy
Hook:
Yeah we came to spit, not for chains and chicks
But for the King of Kings we praise His name with this
And it's just one of many ways, nah we ain't slaves to this
Verse 2:
Turn on the radio, man I heard it a million times
They live it up, and fill they cup they feeling fine
They fond of killing, and be chilling with a million dimes
It's crazy can't see, but they think they vision's fine
And if they ain't blind then I'm crazy and dumb
And they must just got they shades on, 'cause they can't see the Son
But He gave us sight, made us light, the change has begun
From a life that's fast we got to dash like Stacy we done
With spitting bout the norm, homie yeah we had to switch it up
The old- We had to give it up to Christ, and started giving up
A life that messed our witness up, the mic- Only for lifting up
Christ who let them pin Him up, light of the world this is us
Now me and Phish, we be in this and use the music
His beats is sick, and me I spit, we use these tunes to
Give you truth, I spit in booths, I hope you tuned in
Cause this is truth, we living proof, of Jesus moving
Hook
Verse 3:
As you listen, I hope that you don't think this mission's mine
This joints for Him, I just point to Him and get behind
I hope it's so hot, your jaw drops and you hit rewind
But the message is reason I'd be grieved if you missed a line
Yeah we love hip hop, and we part of the culture
But we ain't just trying to give props, or get it lots of exposure
All things only exist so they give props to Jehovah
Even this, don't be behind the times like big clocks that slowed up
Hold up, homie I ain't just trying to make the crowd move
I found truth, and now I'm trying to pass it to the sound dudes
Around me, around you, and to try to make it sound cool
I keep my ear to the streets like my face was on the ground too
We keep it loud too, cause even these music forms
Are only for His name man, hey that's why we use it for Him
And some cats will hate though they can't deny the beat is hot
That's what it is, uh huh
Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man
Uh, uh
(Hook)
Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
(Verse 1)
Its mister word renowned with the best verse
One of the illest the streets, from the east to the west, heard
Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir"
A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words
Some of us love to flow 'til the club close
And some in love with blow for the love of dough
In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls
They extorting the game, exploiting the hood
Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread
It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds
Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead
That's the word on the block is, "Hip-Hop Is Dead"
So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping
Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton
Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers
While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden, let's go
(Hook)
Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
(Verse 2)
Me and my dude's the new cool in the game
That Old-School feel with the New-School slang
The boomerang with the true duke flame
Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang
Ghetto galactic, the next level and back shit
Something like heroine, crack, mixed
The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don
Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on
My brand new vision gives you aneurisms
My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em
We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound
So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound
Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words
Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth
My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce
And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose, let's go
(Hook)
Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come
(Verse 3)
The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor
I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors
Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later"
It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer
In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell
The gut of the streets but they don't sell
I still hold mics and stay so real
My flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL
I change climates like a plane pilot
'Cause hurricanes and rain violent
Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it, uou out ya' mind if it ain't talent
And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it
Raps tsunami, the track's behind me
Cats that try me, the raps too grimey
I rap a mami in black Armani
Clap with a body and tap punani
(Hook)
Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up
Reminisce when this drop, get amped up
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem
Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh
Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up
Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up
They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs
i swear, i swear i miss the times when you would tie me
to a chair
and tease me from the back of my neck right up to my
she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else
but i... see that was at the time (until)
i see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
i neva thought she would have done a thing like this
so im sorry make ur way towards the door and never show
ur face again (biatch).
so what do you think i am
who do you think you are
what the f**ks this
whats he doing here
these are my parts
tell him duck home,
i swear i get him stripped down to his boxers
chilling in c time
got no libary in oxford
tell me what do you see in a dude like this
he cant even look me in the eyes
i can see straight through him hes just a bitch
Do you feel him cause hes rich
but u leave me cos im broke
you was only wiv me yesterday still bustin my coke
You know how im a sicko
sicko like my local pubs owner what was stanley suck
and ball
screwdriver straight camden artist soldier im a thug
yeah i thought that you loved me,
i mean these days u see me and you dont even hug me
now you and i, yeah we share something special are you
out of your mind
boy im sorry give me one more try
cause everything you do got me going and i just cant
lose it
yeah i swear,i swear i miss the times when yould would
tie me to a chair
tease me from the back of my neck up to my ear
she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else
but i... see that was at the time (until)
i see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
i never thought she would have done a thing like this
so im sorry make ur way towards the door n never show
ur face again biatch.
ye i swear i know i lied to you (youuuu)
i should of told the truth (truuuth)
i couldnt hurt your feelings so i lied when i told you
that
i was chillin with my girls
when reeally i was somewhere else
maybe if you gave me all i ever needed
then this wouldnt of happend
have you forgotten..
the days when..
where you did the same thing to me
and i forgave you baby.
now you and i
yer we shared somthing special
are you out of your mind
boy im rele sorry give me one more try
cos everything you do got me going and i just cant lose
i swear, i swear i miss the times when you would tie me
to a chair
and tease me from the back of my neck right up to my
she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else
but i... see that was at the time
i see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
i neva thought she would have done a thing like this
so im sorry make ur way towards the door and never show
ur face again (biatch).
yer its early morning
coming home at 5.34
the final show was canceld
im back early from tour
soon as i open the door
i see a pair of shoes on the floor
i know they aint mine im 100 % sure
now there's wild thoughts distortin through my head im
thinkin of war
pacing up the stairs as quick as i can to the top floor
half way there pick up a tool thats laying on the floor
boards
sayin lord dont tell me this girls turned to a whore
who the hells shoes are theese
i thought they were your new nikes
dont take me for a fool i dont wear shoes like these so
dont lie to me
what do you mean
wheres he hiding i know you got a man in ere so why the
f**k you liein (uhh)
you and i
yer we shared somthing special
are you out of your mind
boy im rele sorry give me one more try
cos everything you do got me goin and i just cant lose
i swear, i swear i miss the times when you would tie me
to a chair
and tease me from the back of my neck right up to my
she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else
but i... see that was at the time (until)
i see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
i neva thought she would have done a thing like this
so im sorry make ur way towards the door and never show
ur face again (biatch).
i swear i miss the times when you would tie me to a
chair
and tease me from the back of my neck right up to my
she would have me to herself she didnt want nobody else
but i... see that was at the time
i see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
i neva thought she would have done a thing like this
so im sorry make ur way towards the door and never show
ur face again (biatch).
Its N-dubz N-dubz what, ye its N-dubz N-dubz 2 thousand
and sexy Tulisa, Dappy and Faze haha
[Intro:]
Aight now ya'll, attention please, summer vacation is officially over,
(That's right)
I hope ya'll did all ya swimmin',
(Ah huh)
Went to the pools, went to the beaches,
(Ah huh)
Played dominos, and fucked with the bitches,
(Word)
Muthafuckin went to the amusement park,
and got on all the high rides,
(Yea)
Got ya thrill on, cause ah,
(What?)
School is back in session,
(Yaowww)
[Verse 1:]
I ain't tryin' to bring New York back,
I'm just a breath of fresh air,
That good ole' New York rap,
Slick talk to the track,
C'mon who brought that,
To the game,
Graffiti all on the train,
Get up your name,
I don't feel how I used to feel,
I'm in my 20's,
So a new Nas joint used to give me the chills,
In the barbershop tryin to cop a new hot tape,
The Rob Lowe's is crazy,
The duhops greatest, Hip Hop(Hip Hop)
And yes I'm a fan first,
If you from the south and you snap til' your hands hurt,
If you from the west W's in the air,
If you from the east coast act like you from here
The good ole' 2 step,
The classic head nod,
The thirsty ice grills
Who wants to get robbed?(robbed)
That was the energy in the club,
On the real, that was the energy that I loved,
[Chorus:]
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
Aww, man, this is,(Hip Hop)
Hands up if you forever a fan of(Hip Hop)
I wake up(Hip Hop)
Go to sleep(Hip Hop)
Dream bout(Hip Hop)
Cause I am(Hip Hop)
[Verse 2:]
I ain't tryin make you dance I just rip beats,
But the soul in my voice give you quick feet,
I don't know what it's like to not dig deep,
When I'm holdin' this mic,
I don't just beat pip squeeks,
The tides come in and the earth shakes,
200 mph wind I'm your worst fate,
Birthdate,
July 6,1980,
How can your age even matter when you rhyme this crazy,
Awww, man, I gotta think the lord,
Cause with this pen in my hand,
I don't think that hard,
It just happens,
Wrist action classic in the making,
I kick back, and just laugh I'm happy that I'm amazing,
Look at me, gaze into my eyes, see the poverty,
Now understand why me and this music gotta be,
It's something that's inside of me,
And I can't shake it,
So I embrace it,
Fake, Fake Records
Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas they just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear again the real world
(World)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2 my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame igniter, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them
They gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them
Crackers in they city hall we ride for y'all
All my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all y'all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
A dream or some substance, a Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate I just stay awake
This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
They call it
[Intro: Bizarre]
Yeah...huh...(hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido(hip hop)
Listen to some muthafuckin'... (hip hop)
Everybody got a little story they gotta tell
Niggaz ain't heard my shit...hahaha
The life of Bizarre...what!
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?)
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!)
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' (Damn!)
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!)
God damn, Mama, what's the point? (the fuck?)
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (Aughh!)
Jump in the truck with my step-dad
When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (Yeah!)
And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
So he picked up and started a group with some other guys (Haha)
This is hip hop...man, I won't stop
Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox
[beatbox]
[Chorus]
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone (Uh-huh)
Ten years later, I'm still in the zone (Word?)
7 Mile and ??? where a star was born (Yeah!)
United we stand, divided we swore (D-12!)
And hell yeah, I lived in my car (Yeah!)
Bitch, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar (Hahahaha)
And Dirty Management, I wish all the best
But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right)
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts (What?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce (Hell yeah)
And now that we platinum, they diss our name (What?)
Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce (What?!)
To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club
To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of
And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw)
But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I
Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do the same
Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryin' to let loose some steam
Muthafuckas laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim
So I'd pull the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang
I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no CCW license
I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months
What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come?
Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk
Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was
I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one
Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one
But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up
Then I'ma say it's self defense, how come I had the gun
Was because I was at the range, on my way back from
This dude approached me on some bullshit
I'd get a year for each bullet at the most
As opposed to havin' a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it
Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it
What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be...
One two, one two, one shot, one two, last shot
Make the sound rock [hip hop, hip hip hop]
It's all about, it's all about [hip hop, hip hip hop]
Yo, who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I'm killing for them hips continuously
My rap is g-a-m-e
Vocals'll get u stymied
Got locals running wit me
Freeloaders tryna get me
But that's my shorty
I got her running through this planet, just like a bandit
But I don't trust her, 'cause she a hustla
She living for that loot like me, that's why she mine
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
She screwing anybody worth a high dollar sign
But what I like about her is she flips it,
[hip hop] that's why I keeps it
On my own thought, she peeps it, keeps them a secret
Until I manifest them through her, allowing her to give it to ya
'cause when I screw her, she holla
I take her to the finest places
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Just so I can meet some other pretty faces, my g leave no traces
Niggas be talking bout my chicks around the globe
Natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lows [hip hop]
Many stories told, a lot is made up
I know my shorty tricking, been wit her ten years,
I know she laid up
Wit, them nondescript, brothas who know they shit
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Even a few females came to her with the clit [hip hop]
They got her open but it's niggas like me that keep her focused
She'll fuck em, but never fall for jokers
Now peep the science, my hip hop is defiant? never!
I kick out this lab [hip hop] in any weather [hip hop]
For real
[you get the fuck out
You fucking bitch ass muthafucka
No you get the fuck out
Nigga get the fuck out
Fuck you fucking bitch ass nigga]
[don't stop, don't stop]
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Yo my name I hip hop
I be that nigga y'all tryna stop
But before I go, I'm letting all y'all know
This ain't even how it was supposed to be
I put myself on this map so we can enjoy that
What the deal niggas? it seems like rap is out to get me
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
He used to be my man until he started acting shifty
Occasionally, he showed love, it was bug
'cause one day he went from being a nice guy to superthug
He caught the fever, felonies to misdemeanors
On top of that a date rape charge in argentina [hip hop]
The meaner he got, the more records he sold
Started disrespecting everybody, and went gold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
To platinum, I seen him, said "yo son, what's happening? "
"nothing going on but gun clappin,"
He replied. as I'm looking at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
Wont be gone before that ass is mine
He thought the same thoughts that I thought
Before I started reaching
He pulled out the tech and started screeching
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Oh shit, son, that nigga hip hop just got hit up
[hip hop]
Word is bond, that nigga just hit the floor cold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Aw, look at that shit [hip hop]
Hip hop was dying, I had to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation
They left him for dead, only played him on one station
I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
Wasn't sure he would make it, these mcs fucked him up bad
Fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in gear worn by so-called thugs
Had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
He lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow
[hip hop hip hip hop hip]
Hip hop started a riot at every major show
Every time he lost his head another partygoer end up dead
He tried to blame it on what mcs said
They held him responsible, charged him as an adult
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
The billboard battlers, they beat his ass to a pulp
His man rap started fucking with r&b;
Left a nigga low, he talking bout "i'm strictly in it for the money"
He couldn't beat him, he joined him
Started the east coast-west coast conflict
Record sales boom, that's where he made his profit
As he lay on my floor to the next one, and thinking
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Will what he helped to create help destroy him?
He wondered if he reaches his 21st without getting banned
In year 2000 [hip hop] he'll be a man, old enough to make a stand
[to the old school and the new school:
It's time we get this hip hop shit to the next horizon.
Ya nahmean? because them other cats got a new kind of game plan
For us so we must over overwhelm that shit that shit.
And bring it and bring it full-fledged full-fledged
To the next millenium. you know? and and and gp gp for the 90's
And beyond we here to bring y'all that shit man.
We here to bring y'all that shit that's gonna keep y'all rocking
And rocking throughout throughout pump us loud baby. word up]
[repeat in background of intro]
[scratching] "Alright.. it's OK"
[Krumb Snatcha]
Hip hop.. hip hop [x4]
This one here's dedicated to a special part of my life that's missing
If she's listenin, this one's dedicated to you
Come on, uhh
[Verse 1]
I remeber '89 when I ride the train
Did the knowledge to the bombers that was taggin up the name
Ghetto fame, was the only destiny
Some will be remembered, while the other rest will be..
Forgotten, hip hoppin on the old project roofs
Now it's bulletproofs, gettin wild, Cristal, eighty booth,
or get the bubblegoose, pass the O.E. boo
And let me reminisce of Hip-Hop and the things we used to do
I used to put 'em in positions, on top of a cardboard
Poppin and breakin and get it open like a condor
She been on rap tours for months
Liqour and blunts, doin raps, holdin gats, and rockin gold fronts
Before that rap in the Vicki Secret and Martinis
We was givin ourselves, nicknames in graffiti
Now it's Tahiti, hotels, suites, chanels
Italian shoes, now your rockin silk pastels
I can tell if our ending's, near or far
Now you drive expensive cars, hang with A and Nas
Left me and Kingo, to rap about your bankroll
Your fo', night after night after you do a pack rat show
I don't know, why you don't come around, how it sound
You hang with cowboys and Nino Brown
I miss you, but now you hold a pistol
Put it down c'mere, cuz Snatcha wanna kiss you
[Chorus x2]
I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
Yo where can she be?
Can't she see and hop along right here with me
[Verse 2]
Night after night I cry to sleep fearin the end
I called the Zulu Nation to help look for this lost friend
I went all around and asked everyone,
There's rumors she's seein some guy named KRS-One
I'm lost son, I hope Hip-Hop can hear
Without her there's no need for me to be here
We used to rock the radio, shack tables, the Realistics
I was simplistic but now your materialistic
Got to have the Technics, the minute, you sample her
Threw the beatmachine and keyboards inside the hamper
Havin temper-tantrums all on stage, just to get paid
Your gettin arrested, put on the front page
Never in my life I thought you'd act like this
The feelings I have for this longtime mis-tress
I reminisce in the basement with her for hours
And after verbal intercourse, I take a long shower (shower)
But all of a sudden, you don't wanna see me
Unsatisfied with 12" and got a CD
Can it be, her goddess listenin to this?
Cuz all I want Hip-Hop back with me for Christmas
I miss this, special part of my life
And when I see her again I'll make it sure she's my wife
[Chorus x4]
I miss Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
Yo where can she be?
Can't she see and hop along right here with me
[repeat in background of outro]
[scratching] "Alright.. it's OK"
Ya move it to the left and the right y'all
Everybody represent this here right y'all
All the breakers gotta hit the dancefloor now
Graffiti artists, raise hands in the air y'all
We in the hood again(Hip Hop, Hip Hop) [x2]
[Chorus]
It goes good times, good friends we in the hood again
Up rock, pop lock, ghetto mardi gras
Hip Hop, don't stop, whatchu do to me
Gold rush, cold crush in the community
DJ's, MC's, graffiti artists
Break dancers, black gangstas we be the hardest
Towns make the hotties hot, we keep the shotty cocked
Fool felt that what he knocked, we make the body rock
[Verse 1]
Now its the dark-skinned nigga with the slim build, and brim tilt
Used to break dance, backspin and windmill
Smoke la till I choke la under my hip hop roots, a culture
Used to ran ourselves from here to the Bronx
It's all your fault Ja
B-boys, B-girls, up in the free world
Givin props to the man who let the planet rock like Afika Bam
Hip hop its a tactical plan, police try to shackle my hand
Cuz they fear this, we raisin' [?] to bring back to the fam
Dubs out the back of the van, so we dont get jammed in traffic
We traffic the jam!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Aiyyo, dub made hip hop, before we knew what hip hop was
Word up!.....I'm hip hop cuz
It's the way I walk, the way I talk
It's the way I flex, the way I dress
The way I lean to the side when I'm pimpin my ride
Or your hat to the back as you bop to the vibe
This is cool hurt, Grand Master Flash
This a phenomenon they neva thought could last
But look at us now
Everybody and they mama wanna hook wit us now
They all act like they ain't [?] now
They gimme good money so I took it and smiled
[Chorus]
Hip Hop, we in the hood again
Hip Hop, we in the hood again
Hip Hop, we in the hood again
Hip Hop, we in the hood again
[Verse 3]
Im for the battling booths and fat gold chains
For the troop suits and crack cocaine
Hip hop's the lifestyle that bore the rap game
We like to act wild and talk with that slang
It's that thang, its truly our own
They come down hard cuz we dont rule it [?]
But the life dumb hard, so it bleed thru the flo'
Im only speakin my heart, like what you want me to do
[Chorus]
[Kriminul]
For real hip hop niggaz..
J.I.G. Mastas..
For days on I hear the same song sayin' nothin new
I'm in the cunt gettin' my blaze on tryin' to stay to I face you
We at the next level you tryin' to find that each and every day
It's gettin hard for you to grasp my speech
The class I teach
Make you cram to understand lyrics so dope
They oughta cut me up in grams touchin' my hand
Before me and my man rushes to jam, crushing y'clan
No time for you to execute your plan next to shoot a man
Or so you say forget the drama causin' rap
You still got news to pay bitches and [???]
Around the way in army fatigues
The way you mislead the public
Frontin' like you rough and rugged, hold up
I ask myself, 'is that mad nice?'
I like the way he grip the mic device, is he worth the price?
Most times I can't see his skills, it's microscopic
Y'all niggaz ain't makin music son, ya need to stop it
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)
I see treasures, beyond the material
Cause the luxuries don't measure up to me
Maybe enough to me
The way I feel this salvation truly divine
When I intertwine like vine
My lyrics to these basslines
Know that, I quest to live big willy
Fuck the phillies, roll up the fonta [?]
And vocally I haunt ya, Kriminul I stick you up
For your mental in a minute while I'm in it
Fill it with lyrics, till it reach the limit
No gimmicks, causes wrath, man it's real and I feel
I'm like Medusa, take one look at me and niggaz stand still
the blast still switches be all out for riches and bitches and flies
Witches on broomsticks whenever my toolkits
Consume kid, all walks of life, talks of trife
[???] schemes, we'll put you in the land of permanent dreams
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
G-thumpin, (Hip-hop!) party jumpin' (Hip-hop!)
I do this for niggaz true to this
Before haters would use their fists, fuck the foolishness
With blasts that expand just like a uterus
Your hollow team'll get yolked up like Halloween
J.I.G's drop tombs[?] on tracks to make the other seem mediocre
Misrepresent the culture? Never
Sever the heads of competition, sport it like a treasure
Y'all better recognize like familiar family members
What's that? You'se frontin hard but in your heart you know you tender
Slender, the chance of you slidin' by fakin' jacks
East, west, north south son, no matter where you at
Here to strap, it's bound to rock knots like Bon Jovi
Beyond keepin' it real, so motherfuck the foley
Run up on me, get hit with rhymes deep like grave diggers
In rap, we like the EMS: We come and save niggaz
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real (Hip-hop!)
Let you know that we only flow to real (Hip-hop!)
It's the norm that we perform rugged (Hip-hop!)
Verse 1
Him put a wind in my waist
Understand
Him put a smile on my face
Yeah that's my man
But what ever the state
We're hand in hand
And for him I would ride
Keep pen by my side
Gal a screw up them face
Watch ya mouth
Cause a me him did chase
Up and Down
With a CD and tape
Bout the town
But for him
I would ride
Keep pen my side
Hook:
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
For the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
It�s coming on strong
And it just won�t stop
It's the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
For the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Turn up that sound coming out your box
It's the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Verse 2
When we me it was fate
A check, check
You was digging the crate
We catch wreck
Spinin these are the breaks
Wait sec
To the floor I made haste
On my roller skates
The way you spit out the verbs
Who'd a guessed
I'd take heed to the words
You manifest
In the streets and suburbs
They wan come test
Nigga don't try to sleep
Cause you'll get no rest
Hook:
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
For the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
It's coming on strong
And it just won't stop
It's the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
For the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Turn up that sound coming out your box
It's the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Bridge:
Bass so heavy that your speakers blown
(You're speakers blown)
Bless the Gods for the microphone
(the microphone)
Burn the Green till its almost gone
(it's almost gone, hey, hey, hey)
Hey Ho
Bass so heavy that your speakers blown
Bless the Gods for the microphone
Burn the Green till its almost gone
Hey Ho
One hit to the brain
Mr. DJ
I'm on my way
Hips will rotate
Bodies will shake
Hook:
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
Hips will rotate
Bodies will shake
It's coming on strong
And it just won't stop
Hips will rotate
Bodies will shake
Buss 1 Buss 2 Buss 3
Lick Shots
For the Real Hip-Hop
The Real Hip-Hop
Turn up that sound coming out your box
Hips will rotate
Bodies will shake
Yaga Yaga Yaga
Yeah
Yaga Yaga Yaga
yeah yeah
Yaga Yaga Yaga
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Now throw your hands in the atmosphere
Wave 'em like you just don't care
A HA HA HA
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Ha Ha Ha
Sucker nigga
Whoever you are
Sucker nigga
Hip hop, a way of life
Chosen by the ghetto youth out of necessity
It involves graffiti, deejaying, breakdancing and emceeing
Which all rely on raw, artistic skill
You know, they used to tell me that this music would never last
Now look at it now, it influences all music here today
So either you respect it we gon' take it back
Hip hop, the voice of the street, the voice of the youth
The voice that you hear, the voice that only we produce
The way that we salute that makes the wildest niggas start to shoot
The voice that recoupes only 12% of the loot
The voice of the groups, like OutKast, LOX and The Roots
The voice of the truth, that no society can ever mute
The voice of the men and women who gave their lives defendin
The God-given rights, they had no choice but to fight
The voice of the black, latino and the white
The voice of the club that makes the freaks come out at night
The voice of the thugs who pop champagne and rock ice
The voice of the shorties who wear tight shirts and talk sheist
The voice of the shook who look one time but not twice
The voice of the crooks at gambling spot with hot dice
The voice of the church, mosque, synagogue and temple
The voice of your soul, your body and your mental
The voice that says "rap!" when I hear a instrumental
The voice that don't stop and it's just that simple
The voice that don't stop and it's just that simple
The voice that don't, d-d-don't, d-don't...
Yo, we live that life that you call hip hop
From the bottom straight to the tip top
Hey Rawls, we got em while them others did not
So if you with the LC, nigga, lick shot
If you live that life they call hip hop
Worldwide everyday tic-toc
This life is like nothin to play with, ock
That's why when I say "shit" you say "shit hot"
That's why when I say "shit" you say "shit hot"
That's why when I say "shit" you say "shit hot"
That's why when I say "shit" you say "shit hot"
That's why when I say "shit" -
(*excerpt from the movie _Wildstyle_*)
[ Double Trouble ]
Cause here's a little story that must be told
About two cool brothers that were put on hold
Tried to hold us back from fortune and fame
They destroyed the crew and they killed our name
They tried to step on the ego and walk on the pride
But true blue brothers stand side by side
Through thick and thin, from beginning to end
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