Lyrics:
bigger than the biggest
Hip hop niggas in rap
And when we get to spittin'
Make sure y'all step back
You with that? Cause if you ain't clown
We from the D-O
niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You with
n****s
N**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop n****s in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You
the way, leave with collapsed lungs
Try and spit, but nothin comes out
Braindead MC's all got cotton mouth
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This be a list of hip-hop
niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You with
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
I'm so nice yo, flowing with the maestro
Murdering and hurting MC's because I'm nitro
different when I fly
South side playa, play around and get popped
24 hour stake out on your nigga block
Don't get your views confused wit hip hop
'Fore you
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, if you're loving hip hop say i do, i do,
mix it up with some rock it's the crew, it's the crew,
and we're leaving one option for
Came to the club in all black with the whole squad
Got me lookin like batman
If she wanna throw it back I'mma tap that
Hold up pause I don't want no
flip flops on,
Now go head take it off get naked, Mix a lil r&b over a hard hip hop song,
MJ, I be the narrator of the song you dance to when you get
and take a shot, and then I zone out
Lookin' at my feet taking off on they own route
Hip-hop is a grapevine, bunch of starvin' Marvins
Arguing 'bout Earth
hip-hop fraternity
Yeah my reggae fraternity, yeah
All men, all posse everybody in this rock
Left right yeah, uhh, sync your butt, yeah
Uhh, Mad Lion, uhh
I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
dropped like a dancer
You can't call me a rapper bitch I make anthems
This big pole on my hip scratch shit like a panther
This big pole on my hip leave you
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
keep it movin' it around like rems that don't stop.
now twist ya hips mami' lick ya lip for me drop it and make it sway.
Now she stirring up the mix
a best sider
Pissed on your bitch, Adam's apple
Now it's just cider
In wider, static wise thrown, it's classic
We create hip hop word to Mister Magic
I'm
Pardon me if this goes all over the place
It ain't really nothing
Honestly
Honestly
Dear Hip-Hop, I had to write you
Tell you sometimes I don't like
underground without a rule
Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot
Helicopters stabilized at low altitudes
Talkin to the negotiator, layin out
runaway brain makes tracks out of raw cuts
Rehashed scraps and a tall cup of Starbucks
Caffeine plus rap fiend and a laptop
Brew hip hop that’s hot
that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay
you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged
of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters
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