Lyrics:
bring
Hip hop back by the end of this song let's get it on I'm a boss
The work of a hustler is never done they gonna see you change
When you level up
guess it is my time, to hop out of my bag
She suckin’ my dick and I’m makin her gag
Diamonds and pearls but I’m not tryin’ to brag
I’ll fuck her friend
appendix
Sense the resemblance of underground Hip-Hop legends
Infectious, ain't it? Where my hip-Hop heads at?
IMPAKT understand we doing this for the fam
this
I wouldn't think twice, to kill in the name of Hip Hop where the ink is price
You gotta pay with the blood
If the fate doesn't cut off your tongue
your neck you get slapped
Radio (gunshot) the hip hop star
I got a big Glock par and the clips on y'all
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
They're
hip hop started in the Bronx
Who would though a O-City nigga be on top
You was born in a big city I call that lucky
See me n my niggas hungry we want
or let it diffuse? I haven't a clue of what I’ma do, but I promise to keep it true ‘cause Hip-Hop I'm in love with you.
I'm so humbly spirited to know
I got a master plan
To save hip hop
It starts with a half a gram
And a wrist watch
High times nigga
High times
High times nigga
High times
I got
off the mob quick
they gave him forty rands and said don’t spend it all at once
is it all love or hallmarketing like fourteenth of the month
hip-hop
hollow tip bars
Inflate on impact to make sure survivors are sparse
Uh, yeah, you tuned into some hip-hop stars
Ayo, your crew might be nice, but they
[Scratched by Pete Rock]
"This is the place where stars are born"
"The Bridge, Queensbrigde"
[Poet]
why'all niggas love to hear the stories
on the hip-hop scene
You'd be heavy on the neck, and your pockets are fat
But bein? a rap star's a bit more than that
You have to have a listenin? ear for new
honor The Star Child, master in astronomy
Quality over quantity, keep it unique
your song's a slap in hip hop's face
we turn the other cheek
call
Told her I want you to have it all if you justtt
Hop into my ride
Take you through the city show you things you've never seen
You pick the scene
So
wait on they chance
But they can’t cuz I stay wit da stick
Hop out I’m waving the blick
But yu can’t see me my face cuz my face in the tint
All-star I
-boys
Hip hop wouldn't be here to this very day
And that's my word we tryin' to blow like the Hiddenburg
Swerve legalize dope in the form
zuschminkt
Kein Cover der Juice, keine Kameracrews, keine Schwamminterviews
Fick auf die Wannabe-Hip-Hop-Reporter
Nur einer stand hinter mir, danke an Rooz
where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they
the inception, the art
Of hip-hop was born
The rap game was formed
From niggas that's dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds
And argue all day
that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From
I got to
The rock sound because I hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when I grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black
that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From
Only one queen of a hip-hop so
Love and write, lets do it
Yeah, welcome to the church volume two
Exclusive two one three
Brand new Snoop Dogg Nate
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4, I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I
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