Uhhh
Uhhhh
Uhhhh
All ma dawgs

Chorus:
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop

stic.man:

One thang bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that, thats game
And we ready for dat 2 soldiers head of tha pack
Matter fact who got da gat? Rather attack than not react
Back to beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock n roll whether yo projects put on hold/ And tha real world (is bigger than all these fake ass records) the moment my people die and my womans' disrespected
In the real world (we just people wit ideas) we just like you until tha smoke and cameras disappear
If you check 1,2 tha word of advice to you is just relax
Do whut you got ta do If dat dont work then kick the facts
If you a fida rida chronic stay ebonics or if you wanna just get high then just sing it
But if you a liar, liar pants on fire wolf crier
Agent wit a wire then i'm gonna know it when i play it

Chorus

M-1:

Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we dont get them
They gon get us all
I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in they city hall
We ride for y'all
All ma dawgs stay real
Nigga dont think these record deals
Gon feed yo kids n pay yo bills'
Because they not
Fake mc's get a lil bit of love
And think they hot
Talkin bout how much $ they got
Nigga y'all records sound tha same
I'm sick of that fake thug R@B rap scenario
All day on tha radio
Same scenes in tha video
Monotonous material
Y'all dont hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You could be next in line and sign
Then rhyme and now your broke
Would you rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
A nigga like me dont playa hate
I just stay awake
And its real hip hop
And it dont stop
Till we get tha Po Po off tha block
They call it

Chorus

DP's got dat crazy shit
We keep it crunk up
John Blaze n shit

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