Hop

Fake, fake record (records)

Uh, uh, uh, (one - two, one - two)

Uh, uh, uh, (all my dogs)

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

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

Uh

One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain

White folks say it controls your brain, I know better than that

That' s 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 the beats get don' t reflect on how many records get sold

On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your 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 it' s bigger than all these fake ass records

When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected

If you check, one - two, my word of advise to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do if that don' t work then kick the facts

If you a fighter, rider, 'bout'er flame ignator, crowd exciter

Or you wanna just get high, then just say it

But then if you a liar, liar, pants on fire, wolfcrier, agent with a wire

I' m gonna know it when I play it

Uh

Who shot biggy smalls? If we don' t get them they gonna get us all

I' m down for running up them crackers in they city hall

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

Nigga, don' t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your

Bills, because they not

Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot

Talking 'bout how much money they got, all y' all records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio

Same scenes in the video, monotonous material - y'all don' t hear me

Though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and sighned and still be writin rhymes and broke

You could rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance

A beamer or necklace or freedom?

Still a nigga like me don' t playa' hate, I just stay awake

This real hip-hop, and it don' t stop until we get the po-po off the block

They call it

Dp' s got that crazy shit, we keep it crunk up

John blaze' d and shit (what)

Fake, fake, fake records