Lyrics:
Title : Ghetto Model
Artist : Master P f/ Theresa Esclovon
Album : Good Side Bad Side
[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's
everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination
To know niggas been bless with
Hip-Hop
Before we go
Can you imagine?
Picture years,
name is Pac
Fuckin' hip hop clock
Gotta pass the glock
Takin' drastic shots
Till these bastards stop
When the casket drop
I be mashin' out
In
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain Unforgettable
Like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch
to me
Now pump up the bass!
I'm hyped - psyched up
And I'm flowin, so come on let's go in
To the next segment, of this hip-hop fantasy
You say
darindagi
Hip hop ne badal di meri
Gandagi ye bandagi mein
Life to safal hai meri
Nakliyon ka naash
Jaise karta Tupac
Gaane vo the purane
Kehte usse the hip
thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it
Care less about the gold in it
Boom
Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine
Streets is Hip-hop and I'm
whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil' bit of this a lil' bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot tupac
WHERE MY HIP HOP GO
I SEE THE HIP HOP GROWTH
THIS HIP HOP SHOW
AIN’T ENOUGH SO HERE I GO
TO RIP MY FLOW
TO GET MY DOUGH
THIS ENCORE
HIP HOP
to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters
thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they
All those that want to hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
[Chorus: x
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
life
You'll be a legend just like Biggie
Or his buddy, 2Pac, man
Biggie, and 2Pac are
The Patrick Swayzes of hip-hop
You should just blow your head off
until my heart stop
Mary J.:
Go 'head envy me
I'm soul hip-hop queen
And I ain't goin' no where
But you already know me
(Repeat)
Verse 3:
Mary J.:
Then I
HIP HOP
REAL HIP HOP
HIP HOP
VERSE 2:
MELANATED SOUL KISSED BY THE SUN
PRAISE THE MOST HIGH WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
VIBES RIGHT TIME TO ELEVATE
MINDS
he knew it would come
If he kept pushing - He'd see the outcome
Its the story - the legend - the man - the vision
Our cornerstone - Hip Hop's prophecy
You thought I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your
a profession my nigga
It's called hip-hop since Pac was on gridlock
Me against the world every hour
Every second my nigga
You want something, get something
I
drive from me to you south on I-95 and on do it till the day that I die if I need to, just to see you, just to see you
Hip hop staions fading in and out
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