Hip-Hop

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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 say 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 n' 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 cameras 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, one, two

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 ignitor, 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 gon' 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

****, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds

And pay your bills because they not (Uh-uh)

Emcees get a little bit of love and think they hot

Talkin' 'bout how much money they got, **** all y'all records sound the same

I'm 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 hear me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed and still be writin' rhymes and broke

You would rather have a Lexus or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom?

Still, a **** like me don't playa hate, I just stay awake

This real hip-hop, and it don't stop

Till 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 Blazed and shit, what?

DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up

John Blazed and shit, what? (What a **** wanna do?)

DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up

John Blazed and shit, (One-two, one-two)

DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up

John Blazed and shit

DP's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up

They call it

Fake, fake, fake records