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Hip Hop Rules

Boogie Down Productions

Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop

1989

you're still sleepin', then I'm a start yawnin' 

Because, ah, hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule 
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come

your mother?
Mom went to the market. 
And who are you?
I am Mr. Fart, 
from the village up there.
I'm here to have a fart match
with your mom.
You will

believe in seeds, only the forms they find it

Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define

with us get outta here quick
Im 21 years still poppin my shit
when you pop like this swear to god they be sick
I'd be worried about it
But I know these

of lupus, cancer, lucimia, epilepsy, m.s, 
or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign n9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw

on
Wassup? wassup?
Promise just me and you
Wassup? wassup?
I know groupies have things to do so
Okay so here we go again
I'm breaking down so I think I need

I hope you know that I been thinking about you
You run through my mind and that’s all day
Ik you still want us to be here together
The distance

way in September
Still sometimes I can't forgive ya
Det Shìt really changed a nigga
Ms Water park Yo Shìt so Fye
Let me spin Bacc one more time
Put this

Fuck It

Young Dolph

King of Memphis

2016

street that I can cook it
Before I learned by ABCs I learned how to hustle
Girl, you just another lost bitch out here fucking with these bustas
Spiked

Plan B

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

shit with
Like Menace to Society we kick it
I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms Jada Pinkett

[Chorus x4]

[Mia X]
I lays back and chill
Why you ills

do this shit to get props
Hurricanes, it took everything, but there's money still to be got
I'm staying here and I ain't never leaving, I'mma live in

gon do whatever nigga when the gang come around
I got some niggas that's dead and gone
I ain't gettin em back but I love em still
I ain't gotta say I'm

Look here, Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman
And you need to change in the locker room
All the homies do is laugh
High

time, that nigga Ye was like
"Dre, I'm just tryin' to make them Ms off it" (Ms)
Later that night, I hit the stu' with Nip' and Wiz
French Montana too,

sent shots at my homie
Now his mom so lonely
Ms like Boney
Trophy after trophy
Lowkey moving slowly
Snow keys on me like I'm Tony
Trap on a drill song

shop at saks
All that lion for you cats
I'm just hiding from the rats
I'm just trying to dodge a case still they just want to keep me on the flats
I'm

qualified but won't conscientise, you teach but I educate
I'm here to grow minds not just entertain
Right-wing vs Left-wing but this ain't a soccer field
I

see that I'm giving him credit[00:36.50]No crease on my J fours and I'm still out here concrete stepping, stepping[00:40.30]My lil brotha always wonder

energized
I was baptized but not at five an' nine
And I'm still uncivilized
I don't wanna terrorize
But I'll scare these guys
You'll here them cry
Before they

mouth
But Still wont say it to my face
My heart clean
Still put dirt up on my name
Like im god
I came to save the day
Could be the realest in the room

We got next yeahhh
I just wanna ball
I just wanna ball

Stack up some Ms spend it on fam and friends wasn't born to please yall yeah
I just wanna

making music
Me? I'm sick of you
And I never get sick of producing
And rapping and 
Ooh, what a feeling! True bliss
I think the cops are here
Bye-bye, Ms

friends
Diamonds and finesse
Pussy tastes like M&Ms 
I'ma slide in her dms 
I'm not tryna be her friend
I'm just tryna fuck her friends
I don't need no

gettin' it, can't you tell?
Hell yeah, I'm a playa, still ain't been to Himalayas
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, all we know is drugs and killin'
I