Lyrics:
I sound like I'm tryna sing the f-' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
No, I'm hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I (base) whether we're f- off
Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop
shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here
I want to tell
Yeah, huh (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido (hip hop)
Listen to some motherfuckin',
hip-hop was originated, originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated, complicated
'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
and your chaperon (Notorious)
Things done changed, but we continue to reign
As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still the center
who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
They say the game f***** up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06' gettin' worse
y'all up
On this hip-hop right here
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def
2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
say they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me tell you something now about Hip Hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil,
better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This
Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches) rub your
2Pac's
Jumpin' off rooftops drunk after I do shots
Landin' in someone's backyard gettin' chewed up by two rots
I got a new watch and two rings with huge
Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches) rub your
to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
Artist: KRS-One f nas, S-Five
Album: Adventures In Emceein
Song: The Real Hiphop
Aiyyo man, this is the end
And let me tell you somethin man my man
know that gets less promo
So
Everyday we rock
And everyday we rise
Hip-Hop saves lives baby
Hip-Hop saves lives
Yo
You know I had to do this album
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
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