Lyrics:
stations, jails and cemeteries
Thug life
Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop
Somebody behind
Makin up your own damn mind
Signed , sealed delivered
In
Thug life
Turnin' hip hop into a one stop shop
Somebody behind
Makin' up your own damn mind
Signed, sealed delivered
In a nigger package
So dumb
rap shit
Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
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
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Life’s a voyage, smooth like my jazz rap
Flippin’ rhymes, makin’ waves, hear that snap
Livin’ free, creatin' paths, never follow maps
Hip hop
features
That used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
I did that, and got
to cop cavi
But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
like hip-hop, and make
of the hip-hop craze which I desire
Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher
From Queens, New York not Delaware
I like my steak well-done 'cause I hate it rare
I'm in my prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they
ass got pants sagging
Cause I be rapping my ass off
Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft
I roll a charnin niggas
Big head shitting in the woods
Hip Hop was dead I met
It in the life after
Vision in the hereafter
Listenin' to Donny Hatha
Tryin' to find a way to get my
People out the trap
Pop star, same shit
Rock star, same shit
Hip Hop star, same shit
EDM star, it’s all the same
Painters paint the same shit
Photographers take the same
to bury the hatchet
The Blastmaster, with the Black Bastard, a classic
This is one for your dome
Niggaz must understand, it's hip-hop full blown
Gimme
one for your dome
Niggas must understand it's
Hip-hop full blown!
Gimme the mic (what) I'mma stay shittin'
I'ma stay rippin' and banana clip spittin'
trying to make it in hip-hop
But every damn record that I make is a flop
And here's Howard's face everywhere I turn
Movies, books, Stern, Stern, Stern!
when they keep teeth clenched and speak in mumble language
I'm out here thinking bout them formative years
Hip-Hop was just a way of life for me N my
hip hop god a raps goat
Shootin' to be a rock star like its my last hope
I ball in that pack of smokes do me in!
Graduatin' on the crack coc do me
wise, civilized in hip hop rhyme, from a black mind
To kicking it to you all the time
As-salam, you like a more a peace sign
Represents my way life
conversations, cold shoulders
Out of my mind, she off the red wine
She woozy, bitch bougie, straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
By the tone of your voice as you wish me well
Filled with so much envy that your face turns green
'Cause my name rings bells on the hip-hop scene
So
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin' you, me versus you, I hurt
that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From
you go to church, then hip-hop won't like you
I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage
But at the same time trapped in a real tight cage
With no way
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