Lyrics:
realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas you fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
Dirty motherfuckas tryin' a clean hip-hop,
But it don't
land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle
come through you roof
My niggas don't play by rule's
All they do is crop and then move
Keep an eye out for dudes
If you snoop, get Jin & Juice'd
Working
dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holding out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape,
dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holding out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo? A monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape,
the goal I'm tryna conquer
So should I die a hip hop martyr?
Mos def Talib Kweli Common
Knowing that my pockets gonna suffer
I'll never get my funds up
pass the mic to my man Surreal who's more
Hip-Hop then hippie, more hippie then hardcore
Still more hardcore than soft porn, I'm for the art more
Than
at the plaza
Hip-hop extravaganza
Tell your man I slump him with a stanza
Now who's the boss not Tony Danza
P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean
My
bullet points don't need no bullet points to send a message
Its gon’ be deadly collisions if you niggas indirecting
If you think hip hop is dead you need
Y'all gon' remember me
Swear to God this my Legacy
This is hip hop's bloodline
Might be my destiny
I cannot eat with you dog
You not quite on my
the presence of
The Queen of, just the Queen man
I wanna say R&B, I wanna say "Hi!"p hop
Her name is Ms Mary J blige mary!
Let me get all the way up beside you
go round
And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down
I've been around Hip Hop since '85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
[ CHORUS: Dwellas ]
Dwellas rep real hip-hop music
This time you won't refuse it
In the clubs wild out and lose it
UG and Phan about to bring you
(Damn, FlemDawg)
(Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
Big .30, get you hurt
If a nigga play me, I'ma murder him
Big Glock on my hip, I'ma burn him
a story to tell
Young woman ballin by herself
Good girl but you be raising hell
Always winning never take no Ls
Walk in the club make quite a scene
Miss
a midget musta set it
Yo I'm unappreciated
Cool calm and collected
But I find them tryna censor my shit like every second
This is hip hop, either grow a pair
crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with
That's all these rappers wanna say
But all your rhymes are child's play
I'll leave you stranded cast away
Hip hop is in my dna
Going up like all
nice
Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin' after sisters checkin' out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
That listen to hip hop
nice
Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin' after sisters checkin' out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
That listen to hip hop
the purple
No bumming no hits off of brahman I call that shit robbin
He leave you red like a robin
Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest
On his
up right now yeah
What What What
O'l Dirty
( he ain't sayin nothin fuck him)
I'm the one man army ain't Shawn
I never get tookin out I keep MC's
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