'Hip Hop' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

The Den (2013)

Taglines:

online is the scene of the #crime

Actors Bill Oberst Jr. (actor), Mike Tristano (miscellaneous crew), Ron Bottitta (actor), Kirk Bovill (actor), Matt Riedy (actor), David Pires (actor), Adam Shapiro (actor), Dan Clifton (producer), Robert Tarpinian (actor), Stepka Li (miscellaneous crew), Kimberly Ables Jindra (actress), Anna Margaret Hollyman (actress), Melanie Papalia (actress), Evan Goldman (composer), Chanel Raisin (miscellaneous crew),

Welcome to Hollywood... Florida (2013)

Actors Tom Kiesche (actor), Lindsay Seim (miscellaneous crew), Jason E. Kelley (actor), Brad E. Wilhite (producer), Brad E. Wilhite (editor), Damian Cecere (actor), Kurt Scholler (actor), Michael Santorico (actor), Tara Wright (miscellaneous crew), Griffin Kohout (actor), Ed Marques (actor), Austin Rogers (actor), Gina Comparetto (actress), Erik Rodgers (producer), Kimberly Alexander (actress),

The Killer of a Cafe Owner (2010)

Actors Dan Chen (actor), Marcel Simoneau (actor), Aden Hakimi (actor), Matthew Bernard (editor), Matthew Bernard (producer), Matthew Bernard (writer), Matthew Bernard (director), Mandy MacDonald (actress), Jonathan Whitcup (actor), Darcy Jones (producer), Anastasia Morozova (actress), Jonathan Frazer (actor), Jonathan Frazer (actor), Lynn Fleming (actor), Kristina Wallitsch (actor),

Step Up 3D (2010)

Taglines:

Take the biggest step of all in 3D
Two Worlds. One Dream.

Quotes:

Luke: [from trailer] What is it that you love about dance?::Natalie: Everything you need to know is in my dancing.::Luke: Everything?

Luke: [from trailer] You up for a little competition?::Natalie: I never lose.

Moose: [from trailer] People dance because dance can change things. One move, can bring people together. One move, can make you believe like there's something more. One move, can set a whole generation free.

Luke: [from trailer] Some people learn to dance... Others are born to.

Luke: [from trailer] Welcome to my house.

Moose: I was born to be the Ashley to your Mary-Kate.

Jason: I was born from a boom box.

Moose: You know, some famous guy once said: "To Travel is better than to arrive." And I was like, "What?" Because I used to think that there was only one path to take to where you want to be in life. But, if you choose that one path, it doesn't mean you have to abandon all the other ones.I realize it actually what happens along the way that counts; the stumbles, the falls, and the friendships. It's the journey and not the destination. You just gotta, I guess, trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to.

Moose: One move can give a skinny, curly haired kid hope... hope that he's something special.

Actors Monique Dupree (actress), Adam Shankman (producer), Marc C. Geschwind (miscellaneous crew), Kathy Najimy (actress), Bear McCreary (composer), Naeem Uzimann (actor), Erik Feig (producer), Stephanie Angel (miscellaneous crew), Peter Conboy (actor), John Jillard Sr. (actor), Harry Shum Jr. (actor), Carol McConnaughey (miscellaneous crew), Chas Scherer (actor), David Nicksay (producer), Mark Blum (actor),

Drillbit Taylor (2008)

Taglines:

You get what you pay for.
Budget Bodyguard
The best bodyguard pocket money can buy.

Quotes:

[from trailer]::Drillbit Taylor: [from trailer] Now in addition to the Chinese Kung Fu we've got a little Mexican Judo, as in 'Judon't know who you messin' with, homz.'

Drillbit Taylor: Crap on a shit sandwich!

Drillbit Taylor: You'd be surprised, anything can be turned into a weapon of mayhem or destruction.::Emmit: Even a puppy?::Drillbit Taylor: Especially a puppy. The Germans used em' in World War I. De Hundin Schtorman, Lightning Dog. They'd attach dynamite to them, Rommel did it, jerry bastard...

Drillbit Taylor: So what'd you do to provoke him?::Wade: Well he's fat, he's a dork, and I'm awesome.

[repeated line]::Drillbit Taylor: Hoorah!

Ryan: Remember what that douche bag Drillbit taught us? Mind over Pain!

Emmit: I'm not a hobbit!::Drillbit Taylor: [to Ryan] Emmit's not a hobbit, I don't think.

buyer: I tell you what, I'll give you 1,500 for everything.::Don: 1,500? Come on, man. This stuff holds a lot of sentimental value.::buyer: To who?::Don: To the poeple I stole it from.::buyer: I don't care about them. 1,500.

Drillbit Taylor: I'm Drillbit Taylor... US Army ranger, black-ops operative, decorated marksman, improvised weapons expert.::Wade: Are you still in the military?::Drillbit Taylor: I was discharged - unauthorized heroism.

Filkins: You're Siamese queers, bitches!

Actors Frank Whaley (actor), Matt Walsh (actor), Ian Roberts (actor), Chuck Liddell (actor), Shane Ryan (actor), Stephen Root (actor), Kevin Hart (actor), Matt Besser (actor), Adam Baldwin (actor), Steven Brill (actor), Rance Howard (actor), David Koechner (actor), David Bowe (actor), Michael Yama (actor), Owen Wilson (actor),

Step Up 2: The Streets (2008)

Taglines:

It's not where you're from. It's where you're at.

Quotes:

[from trailer]::Chase Collins: She has more talent, more conviction than anyone else I know!

Andie: Look, the streets is about where you're from. It's not some school talent show. There's no spring floors. There's no spotlights to use what you got and... what makes you think you got it, huh?::Chase Collins: Aren't you late for something, Andie?::[Andie gets angry and turns around and leaves]::Chase Collins: [smiles] Bye Andie West!::[Andie turns around to see him]

Chase Collins: So that's it, huh?::Andie: [sighs] I guess so...

Jenny Kido: Oooo, he got da key!

Chase Collins: You're an amazing little dancer, you know that right?::Andie: Little?

Smiles: Yeah, they wanted me to fix my teeth.::Jenny Kido: I like you teeth!::Smiles: Thanks, I like your accent.::Jenny Kido: What accent?::Smiles: That accent you got... You have an accent.

Andie: I remember the first time I saw someone move like they were from another planet, I couldn't keep my eyes away. I was little mom took me to a jam session in the neighborhood, it started off small but word spread and soon some of the best dancers around were showing up to compete in something they eventually called the streets. It became home, I got a front row seat to history. I wanted to glide and spin and fly like they did, but it didn't come easy. My mom would tell me don't give up, just be you, because life's too short to be anybody else. She was right. When I was 16 my mom got sick and in a couple months she was gone. Everything changed, including the streets.

Jenny Kido: [to Andie] We don't want you!

Chase Collins: [to an distressed Andie] Good Morning Sunshine!

Chase Collins: They just hatin' on you cause you dope.

Actors Anne Fletcher (producer), Channing Tatum (actor), Erik Feig (producer), Aaron Zigman (composer), Christina Hwang (miscellaneous crew), Allyn Camp (miscellaneous crew), Patrick Michael Strange (actor), Adam Shankman (producer), Alison Faulk (actress), Harry Shum Jr. (actor), Paul Fahrenkopf (actor), Matthew Dillon Noonan (miscellaneous crew), Paul Fahrenkopf (actor), David Nicksay (producer), Michyl-Shannon Quilty (miscellaneous crew),

Dying in Your Sleep (2006)

Actors Bruna Matsin (actress), Paul Kramer (actor), Hus Miller (actor), Max Phyo (actor), Miquel Hudin Balsa (director), Miquel Hudin Balsa (actor), Miquel Hudin Balsa (writer), Marisa Prietto (actress), Max Slomoff (editor), Edisol W. Dotson (actor), Richard Harter (actor), Gil Hodges (actor), Jenya Naryshkina (actress), John Cha (actor), Paul Cotten (actor),

White Men Can't Rap (2005)

Actors Brian Anthony Wilson (actor), Robert X. Golphin (miscellaneous crew), Clifton Powell (actor), Jason A. McCauley (actor), Jason A. McCauley (producer), Jason A. McCauley (actor), Christopher Mann (actor), Chris McMullin (actor), Tamika Simpkins (miscellaneous crew), Adam Schoon (miscellaneous crew), John Canada Terrell (producer), John Canada Terrell (actor), David Lee (miscellaneous crew), Gervase Peterson (actor), Benjamin Berman (miscellaneous crew),

Blu Cheez (2003)

Actors John Barker (writer), John Barker (director), John Barker (producer), Andrew Wessels (actor), Dzino (writer), John Barker (actor), Izak Bergh (editor), Cesare Cassarino (actor), Mizchif (actor), Dave Williams (actor), Chris Vermaak (producer),

What You Lookin' at (2000)

Actors Phil Hawn (actor), Phil Hawn (actor), Shawn Carter Peterson (actor), Shawn Carter Peterson (actor), Ty La-Forrest (actor), Ty La-Forrest (actor), Clarissa Dolphin (actress), Clarissa Dolphin (actress), Sehra Han (actress), Sehra Han (actress), Rebecca Scaife (writer), Rebecca Scaife (director), Disraeli (actor), Disraeli (actor), Masoy Henry (actor),

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  Hip Hop

  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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  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

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  Hip Hop

  [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

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  Hip Hop

  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]

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  Hip Hop

  Intro
  (Cheeky girls, right now, hip hop, here we go)
  Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop that's what we want
  Verse
  We are two girls are here is this boy
  We don't know how to split him in two
  I want to be cool you should do the same
  The story begun I can't see the end
  Bridge
  Ooh let's put on our hit hot pants
  Ooh , I feel so good
  Ooh let's go out and watch the stars
  Ooh, just me and you
  Chorus
  Hip Hop is what we want
  a little hippy hippy hop uh uh
  Hip Hop we hit the spot
  That's what we want (repeat)
  Verse
  I'll stay with you, he won't do that
  Life's too short to fall out on him
  Throw up a coin and let's see what it says
  It stays up he's yours if it comes down he's mine
  Repeat Bridge
  Repeat Chorus
  Middle 8
  I like hip hop, go for a drive
  Jump in my car and come for a ride (x2)
  Hip hop hip hop hip hop that's what we want
  Hip hop hip hop hip hop that's what we want
  Repeat Chorus

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  Hip Hop

  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

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  [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

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  [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

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  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

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  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,

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  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

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  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!

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  [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!)

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  [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...

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  Hip Hop

  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

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  [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,

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  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

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  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]

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  [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

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  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