Lyrics:
be out there just hustling"
Talking 'bout MCing
And then you ask me 'bout the girl
But it's all respect to her
She change the world
Chicago hip-hop
Making songs better while I just display the bars
Knew I had Cha$e, ain't no ReelSeason
They told me hip hop was dead guess what I'm still breathing
What
Dead by tomorrow
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Pull up and hop out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money
and a kicker and my rhymes are flawless
So sit back, relax and allow me to rock ya
With a hit that you're gonna get mentally locked to
A hip-hop solid and all
the real come to light, hip hop will stay hidden
Listen, there ain’t no games round here
Real talk all I’m seeing is that pain round here
There missing but
of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin where hip-hop is at
Cause they know they
a wicked type tune from Bam and Freddy Laps
Wicked act we want all the bullshit fe move
Pure hip hop yes we want and we do
Wicked act we want all
is to put hip-hop in perspective
Show pity, and DESTROY these wack cities
While I deal with I, Jah talk to I
When I dem go alike, only de one
Kanye on a bad day
But I'm down to Earth
(Like this) , 'cause hip-hop is a sad space
But I'm in it, though
(Yes) , trust me, I'm the pinnacle (Yes)
Hercules!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm
D's on my dick, oh well, they gotta find me (Graah)
Oh, she do that hip shit while smokin' on Nazzy (Graah, graah)
On that block, better hop out
me
I don't want the antidote I'm dope
Welcome to Statues where these Hip-Hop hits will never stop
The team is The Collective with the ball we'll never
gonna make it pop
Like I roll or I rock
Like I'm Drake or I'm Pac
I'ma walk and have the actions do the talk, yeah
You can see what I'm bringing with me
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
control"
"Hip-hop is not, what it is today.."
"It's the real... it's the (militia)"
If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game
They'd
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
What it do, Loc? Yeah
We up in this motherfucker
On some murder murder, kill kill shit
Yeah, some real hip-hop shit
With so much drama in these
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
Been sleepin' for too long, wake up
Wake up
Wake up!
I see
to get you
When the time flies by when the deaths come to get you
Now Hip-Hop's all about getting murdered
Talking about putting they opp on a shirt
and if you ask me
I don't want the antidote bitch I'm dope
Welcome to Statues where this Hip-Hop shit will never stop
The team is The Collective with
on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track
All them
on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track
All them
What it do, Loc? Yeah
We up in this motherfucker
On some murder murder, kill kill shit (uh)
Yeah, some real hip-hop shit (yeah, Guè)
Murder
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