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That's what it is, uh huh |
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Nick Wiz, turn my headphones up, man |
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Uh, uh |
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(Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop,then stand up |
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Reminisce when this drop,get amped up |
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Any hit that's this hot is an anthem |
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Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh |
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Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up |
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Hit or miss, then flip-flop,them clam up |
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They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs |
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Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come |
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(Verse 1)Its mister word renowned with the best verse |
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One of the illest the streets,from the east to the west,heard |
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Get greeted with ghetto gestures like "yessir" |
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A pre-meditated killer for the way I stretch words |
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Some of us love to flow 'til the club close |
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And some in love with blow for the love of dough |
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In it for fortune and fame, flamboyant for gurls |
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They extorting the game, exploiting the hood |
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Rappers ride for bread while the gossip spread |
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It's only hot 'cause we ride, spotted cops with feds |
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Plus, lots of heads go Pop instead |
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That's the word on the block is,"Hip-Hop Is Dead" |
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So consumers quit copping, rappers flip-flopping |
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Artist pimped by they labels like a slave pick cotton |
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Pop Charts killing underground Hip-Hopers |
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While the world still looking for Ra like Bin Laden,let's go |
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(hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up |
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Reminisce when this drop, get amped up |
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Any hit that's this hot is an anthem |
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Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh |
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Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up |
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Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up |
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They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs |
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Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come |
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(Verse 2)Me and my dude's the new cool in the game |
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That Old-School feel with the New-School slang |
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The boomerang with the true duke flame |
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Shoot through yo' brain like smoking poom-shoong-pang |
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Ghetto galactic, the next level and back shit |
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Something like heroine, crack, mixed |
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The combination of Mike and Lebron, the life of a don |
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Yeah, just give the God the mic and it's on |
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My brand new vision gives you aneurisms |
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My fans'll listen, see my words like its camera's in 'em |
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We just anxious to bust like a new fo'-pound |
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So, the hood is reacquainted to the New York sound |
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Every verse is a mountain of proof, a man of my words |
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Even on the curb when I'm out of the booth |
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My style's the truth, unlimited amounts to produce |
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And my flow still tight when I'm about to get loose,let's go |
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(Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up |
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Reminisce when this drop, get amped up |
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Any hit that's this hot is an anthem |
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Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh |
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Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up |
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Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up |
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They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs |
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Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come |
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(Verse 3)The boogey-down, the buck-town mic flavor |
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I'm in yo' hoods like neighbors |
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Operation shut down, 0-60 like "later" |
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It's rider, up-town, high-top, nike lacer |
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In the gut of the beast where they don't dwell |
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The gut of the streets but they don't sell |
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I still hold mics and stay so real |
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my flow tight with mo' sight's than AOL |
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I change climates like a plane pilot |
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'Cause hurricanes and rain violent |
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Crack yo' skull, snatch yo' brain out it |
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you out ya' mind if it ain't talent |
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And keep it out yo' rhymes if you ain't bought it |
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Raps tsunami, the track's behind me |
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Cats that try me, the raps too grimey |
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I rap a mami in black Armani |
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Clap with a body and tap punani |
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(Hook)Ayo, if you miss Hip-Hop, then stand up |
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Reminisce when this drop, get amped up |
| [03:31.430] |
Any hit that's this hot is an anthem |
| [03:34.320] |
Do ya' dance, love, she need a hand, breh |
| [03:37.040] |
Lyricist that spit pop get stamped up |
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Hit or miss, then flip-flop, them clam up |
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They fearing this to hit blocks and slam clubs |
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Put yo' hands up, here ya' man come |