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Hip hop
Hip hop Is dead Had to flip this track again y'all Is dead Hip hip hop Hip hip hop NYC Dirty South West Coast Midwest Let's go If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead Yeah people smoke chill party and die in the same corner Get cash live fast body their man's mama Quick fast trigger fingers on the llama Revenge in their eyes Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya' Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin' I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right I could have went left So like my girl Foxy the kid went Def deaf So people who's your top ten Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin' Come through something ill missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps Stickups and killings Kidnappings project buildings drug dealings Criticize that why is that 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I they like me in my white tee You can't ice me we here for life B On my second marriage hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead Everybody sound the same commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka R I P we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut |
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[Chorus]
Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow dance with the Devil Snow setting in the bezzle Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own patent in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens With no AKs, I'm the ambassador Robin Hood in the Aston Mart. Lotta blood gonna splash in war Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest But y'all ain't never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit Ya bench been wanna police the dick The big Benz, Imma model ya chick Was that posing, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice, more chains than slaves Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle [Chorus] [Nas] The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya If you stand close to the woofer Betcha get sprayed by my lecture Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that Eat with my elbows top of the table Street etiquette with speech impediments And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid 'Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from Q Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is [Chorus] [Nas] Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what Financer, skull doo wrapped up Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor Diversified all my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick [Chorus] |
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Hip hop
Hip hop Is dead Had to flip this track again y'all Is dead Hip hip hop Hip hip hop NYC Dirty South West Coast Midwest Let's go If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead Yeah people smoke chill party and die in the same corner Get cash live fast body their man's mama Quick fast trigger fingers on the llama Revenge in their eyes Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya' Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin' I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right I could have went left So like my girl Foxy the kid went Def deaf So people who's your top ten Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin' Come through something ill missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps Stickups and killings Kidnappings project buildings drug dealings Criticize that why is that 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I they like me in my white tee You can't ice me we here for life B On my second marriage hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead Everybody sound the same commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka R I P we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut |
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