A,r - Hip To The Hop
[Intro: Armel]
Yo Reck, we gotta take these niggas back to the parks, man
When it was two turntables, one mic and a rope
That separated the real from the fake muthafuckas
You gon' touch the mic if you was nice, son
Take these cats to school...
[Armel]
Yo, I wrote this to rock a show, take that dough
I quote this, to bag your hoe, ask your hoe
If money rotate fast or slow, I be at the finish line
While you still on go, they don't know
Why these featherweights playa hate, try'nna be a heavyweight
Take my tape, take a break, go home and meditate
Don't hesitate to come and see me at a later date
Or my mistake, I'm obligated to be somewhere out of state
Time ain't too late, it's not hard to rotate
What we create, to demonstrate, to get a full plate
Prophets we make, if you fake, we take
Shit to another degree, but personally
My whole faculty, busting, with no discussion
Rushing, making MC's just wanna quit
Admit it, your time's up, can't hide behind a buck
Plus the streets is talking, and they say you suck
[Chorus 2X: Sharecka]
Hip to the hop, of the hip-hip, the hop, and you don't stop
But rocking my team, keeps it popping
Nigga bang-bang, nigga, you all, keep it dropping
If you ever think of fucking with me-me-me-me
[Sharecka]
I ain't study Math, but my pops was God Divine Justice
Yup, rhyme meets your bond
They say they good ones die and the bad ones, they follow
And Poppa Lee's raised sixteen, and she swallows
Daddy can't comprehend, he on the bottle
And moms try'nna be the first grandma model
My hood infested with criminals, and killer detects
Better watch your next move, dun, or you gon' be next
Ain't nobody promised tomorrow, chalk your born
Many others I know, died up in my borough
Too many thugs, everybody in the hood thorough
Just because you got a loud mouth, that don't count
Talking bout you going out, you should be seeking a job
In the streets acting grown, still living with moms
You better get up, get out and get something, the end's coming
Take control of your life, dunny, and stop dumming
[Outro: Armel]
Big shout to the underground, and all my O.S. niggas
A&R the group, muthafuckas
Yo Reck, we gotta take these niggas back to the parks, man
When it was two turntables, one mic and a rope
That separated the real from the fake muthafuckas
You gon' touch the mic if you was nice, son
Take these cats to school...
[Armel]
Yo, I wrote this to rock a show, take that dough
I quote this, to bag your hoe, ask your hoe
If money rotate fast or slow, I be at the finish line
While you still on go, they don't know
Why these featherweights playa hate, try'nna be a heavyweight
Take my tape, take a break, go home and meditate
Don't hesitate to come and see me at a later date
Or my mistake, I'm obligated to be somewhere out of state
Time ain't too late, it's not hard to rotate
What we create, to demonstrate, to get a full plate
Prophets we make, if you fake, we take
Shit to another degree, but personally
My whole faculty, busting, with no discussion
Rushing, making MC's just wanna quit
Admit it, your time's up, can't hide behind a buck
Plus the streets is talking, and they say you suck
[Chorus 2X: Sharecka]
Hip to the hop, of the hip-hip, the hop, and you don't stop
But rocking my team, keeps it popping
Nigga bang-bang, nigga, you all, keep it dropping
If you ever think of fucking with me-me-me-me
[Sharecka]
I ain't study Math, but my pops was God Divine Justice
Yup, rhyme meets your bond
They say they good ones die and the bad ones, they follow
And Poppa Lee's raised sixteen, and she swallows
Daddy can't comprehend, he on the bottle
And moms try'nna be the first grandma model
My hood infested with criminals, and killer detects
Better watch your next move, dun, or you gon' be next
Ain't nobody promised tomorrow, chalk your born
Many others I know, died up in my borough
Too many thugs, everybody in the hood thorough
Just because you got a loud mouth, that don't count
Talking bout you going out, you should be seeking a job
In the streets acting grown, still living with moms
You better get up, get out and get something, the end's coming
Take control of your life, dunny, and stop dumming
[Outro: Armel]
Big shout to the underground, and all my O.S. niggas
A&R the group, muthafuckas
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