Hip Hop

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 and 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, bout'er?, 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 gonna 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
 MC's 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 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, some 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 until we get the po-po off the block
 They call it...
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
 ♪
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 ♪
 They call it
 Fake, 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 and 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, bout'er?, 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 gonna 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
 MC's 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 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, some 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 until we get the po-po off the block
 They call it...
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
 ♪
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 ♪
 They call it
 Fake, 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 and 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, bout'er?, 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 gonna 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
 MC's 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 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, some 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 until we get the po-po off the block
 They call it...
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
 ♪
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 John Blaze'd and shit what
 DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
 ♪
 They call it
 Fake, fake, fake records