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| 2. |
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| 4. |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
Oh, oh, oh, haha You know what this is right? This the real hip hop None of that watered down shit you used to Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah <i>[Verse 1]</i> It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case I used to jam Run-D.M.C. Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie When LL was bad with that gold rope phone Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones Me and my homies used to battle at the park We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess "6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid Now e'rybody wanna spit 16 And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy I can't leave rap alone my fans need me <i>[Chorus]</i> This the real hip hop (Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie) This the real hip hop (Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me) This the real hip hop (Ay, this time around I need five mics) This the reall hip hop (Cause my whole album ain't about ice) <i>[Verse 2]</i> Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn) Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?) Cause e'rybody goin platinum now I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight But wait, in my state I'm considered the great And I refuse to pay for radio play Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog They'll never be a DJ better than y'all And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah <i>[Chorus - 1 1/2]</i> |
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We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Well, I'm flippin' and grippin' my wood grain steering wheel I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I'm on the grind You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on You can bet your bottom dollar they get some If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now, jump These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I'm sorry, I'm sorry You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Look I'm a pimp Mine is the 3 piece suit My grill the same color as my GT Coupe Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash ?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last The prices jump If you out of town and you need a bird jump I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve jump You don't want beef wit my squad nigga jump Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga, so jump Stupid if you wanted dawg These hollow tips Gon' put you in a coma dawg You dig? We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody Or you a stick up kid why you ain't got nobody? Stop lyin? Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord And tell valet not to scratch my wheel Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deville I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kill Hey, I'm like Jeezy, I trap or die And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like We came here to get it crunk like jump In the club with our middle fingers up like jump Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like Hey I bet he won't jump Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't jump She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't jump She actin' like a bitch ?cause I know she won't jump Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump Oh, oh, oh, y'all better not jump Oh, oh, you fuck around and get jump Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'? What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy |
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