Lyrics:
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but
I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
(and for
nickel-cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go
wanna die, God tell me why)
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make
If it's hip hop that makes yo knees knock
Turn us up box
I know you peep da sound it's the lords on the block
It's da list now this is how I live
what I'm saying?
I can't wait (I can't wait)
For the real Hip Hop to go back (Yeah)
Let's go
How I miss the days back when
Turf mapped in homies stayed
of my hand so I'm dissin' it
Scott LaRock is innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may drop but not like all the others
They just cover while I
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
to spit
Only this time
I'm comin' on some new and updated ish
Some of that Reggae and Hip Hop mixed yo
That blend
That hybrid
Yeah
Check it yo
Let's go
on?
Chorus: Canibus + samples
"What's going on? What's going on?"
[Can] What's goin on these days?
[Can] Can't do no hip-hop
Living righteously truly comes at a cost, do I live in the world or die by the cross?
Am I found am I lost? lose it all, fall to understanding, demanding
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
look up to the greatest and have dreams about destroying them
I studied all they lyrics like a hip hop historian
I would rip they instrumentals spit my
I wouldn't choke/ emotional on the instrumental/ hard for me to cope/ with the fact we not rocking no more/ I can't take it/ I don't play the radio
thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines in the brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Don Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your head,
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block
Traffic, dumbin shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant
sexy lady
For tonight by my side
I said Im feeling this energy
We gon party till the sunrise
Ayee
Hip hop you dont stop
Hip hop you dont stop and
Hands
together
The young man gradually picked up
And began to make insanely good instrumentals
And even sprinkle his own idea of hip hop into the melodies he
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