Hip Hop

Fake (fake) records (records)

Uh,uh uh, 1,2 1,2

Uh,uh 1,2 1,2

Uh,uh all my dogs (1,2 1,2)

(hook)

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

One thing 'bout music

When it hit, you feel no pain

White folks say it controls your brain

I know better than that

Thats game

And we ready for that

Two soldiers, head of the pack

Matter of fact, who got the gat

And where my army at

Rather attack and not react

Back to beats, it dont reflect

On how many records get sold

On sex,drugs and rock'n'roll

Whether you're projects put on hold

In the real world

These just people with ideas

They just like me and you

When the smoke and camera disappear

Again, the real world

Is bigger than all these fake-ass records

When po folks got the millions

And my womans disrespected

If you check 1,2

My word of advice to you

Is just relax

Just do what you gotta do

If that dont work then kick the facts

If you a fighter, rider, bout'r, flame ignitor,crowd exciter

Or you wanna just get high

Then just say it

But then if you a liar,liar, pants on fire, wolf crier,

Agent with a wire, im gon' know it when i play it

(repeat hook)

Uh, who shot biggie smalls

If we dont get them

They gon' get us all

Im down for running up on those crackers

In they city hall

We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real

Nigga dont think these record deals

Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because there not

Mc's get a little bit of love

And think they hot

Talking 'bout how much money they got

All your records sound the same

Im sick of that fake thug, r'n'b, rap scenario

All day on the radio

Same scenes in the video

Monotonous material

Y'all dont hear me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed

And still be writing rhymes and broke

You'd rather have a lexus or justice

A dream or some substance

A beamer, a necklace or freedom

Still, niggas like me dont playa-hate

I just stay awake

Its real hip hop

And it dont stop

Till we get the po-po off the block

They call it

(repeat hook) x2

Dp's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' shit

What

Dp's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' shit x2

1,2 1,2

Dp's got that crazy shit, we keep it crunked up, john blazin' shit