Lyrics:
the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You never thought that hip hop
to throw a house party
For Unsung Glory
This the E! true story
But they probably won't make it
Until we come back like 2pac and Elvis
Same body.... different
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
share of misery
No mystery my infamy got me in hip hop history
First Tupac died then Biggie died
And that greatly impacted me
Then history repeated
the remission for all of our sins
When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra (sixth chakra)
He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac
bling never happened
And the true artists were gettin' rich from rappin'?
Word to God, somethin' should give
Let's delete the politics so real hip-hop
out them jeans when you rockin them
It's "Me & My Girlfriend" like 2Pac and them
Jay-Z and Beyonce, or Bobby and Whitney
We the 0-5 Bonnie and Clyde,
to the crew
Violence and health treated hip hop so cruel
Don’t pity the fool stay true it’s just hip hop
Yo I remember back when new albums dropped every
and feed niggas
What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga?
Champagne bottles and IG models that tease niggas?
I smoke weed to keep my mind
1st Single Album
Incheon HipHop Kid 발매
But 몇 주전
형님은 됐지 구속
5년이 지나도 Never Change
출소 때까지 지켜 내가 빈자리
Incheon HipHop Kid
그냥 그래 Kill Me
WOR$T ALL DAY
미안해 (I'm
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP)
They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)
But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down)
Sit down and wait for this shit
with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest
[W.C]
Now as I look to my riz-right and to my
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover
Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creators,
the radio never plays it
No doubt they tryna phase hip hop out
By telling young people the cash is what it's about
That ain't real hip hop haters runnin'
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
of s*** we be
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
You want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's rea
Hold it down, hold it down
Hip-hop
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
Herc Bambaataa
Jak w dziewięć trzy 2Pac tak po dzień dziś Slums Attack
Promujemy hip hop niczym Heavy D w zaświatach
Rap atak trwa już lata czas liczony
No cut
Pure raw
We sold out
You bought more
It was meant to be
Hip hop died, reincarnated through me
Now the promoters gotta double my fee
Yeah!
We gon' straight into something real, real
Real dynamic for hip-hop
Two thousand and eight shit
In the name of the late
Great James Yancey AKA
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day
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