The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here The real hip hop is over here Blue and white, Yankee fit, HG's, they the shit A-list, the basic, the basement, the greatest shit Prototype, show you right, high roller type Fly over night phenom, recon soldier type In the street, been a beast, industry entity The remedy, my chemisty, the synergy, is meant to be INS, Max Payne, pump through, the track vein Make the move, act strange, fold 'em like, crack pain Black bang, lick 'em down, guns don't, make a sound Thirty eight, danger pound, everybody, gangsta now I'mma ride, I don't hide, get mine, bottom line Big time, papa shine, stop mine, you out your mind D twelves, hold me dubs, females, show me love Stunting, son? Know he was, blunted, son? Know he buzzed Quarter G, fresh kicks, quarter P, fresh piff Corner don, what I'm on, always be, that next shit Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best Pay homage, respect, acknowledge the rep Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best Killa Bee Part 3, RP Trilogy Heartbeat, feeling me, pa be, still a G Moshpit, mob shit, bomb like, Saddam hit Armed with, the hottest shit, Human Torch, arsonist Burn baby, burn it down, two step, turn around Who that, hurt 'em now, Park Hill, murder town Stat boy, that boy's, lord on the track Boy, you 'roid on your back, boy, you 'noid off the track, boy Franken-rhyme, monster mash, napalm, bomb the mass Blaze a line, bong of hash, stay calm, start to spaz Hit 'em hard, hit 'em up, heads nod, listen up Split a dutch, bitch what, this is us, get in touch Concrete jungle-list, stomp beats, thunderist From on the streets, busting clips, to palm trees, loving it Your highness, survivalist, wireless, pirate My shit, ride for this, the cure for this, virus Yes, you have now been taken to the dungeons of rap Where the weak MC's don't make it back You have signed your pact, with your fate The dungeons...
Uh, last night I had a ball, should of been on the alcohol Have you ever had a chick this tall, made 'em beg for he dropped his drawers Sucked so much it gave him lockjaw, me play shit, he play straw Take away like a U Haul, yeah, cause shots like a pool hall, rack 'em up Uh, why you acting up, hit your breaks, I'm backing up Make shit cut, cut the malt liquor, off the page of all I'm made To the miles house thugs get made, can't play a chick like an arcade They said, keep the news on the mission Hot box, and got it detention
Grind on my lap, spinap tap Baby gon' wind it behind it that Squat like Tee Bo, side to back Bring it to the front, now ride it back Never mind the sack, get inside the track From the bed to the floor I'mma ride the cat Throw it back like you don't know how to act Wanna hit from the side til it's time to nap
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