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Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why you explain
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or niggaz who be hollerin'?

niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz with skills always and forever a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit without materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause the niggaz got dough mean they got that flow

Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got flow

Nigga, you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your get
From internet, intellect, that I'm sendin' it
Now your soul brown sugar so you'll remember it

Legitimate, imminent, crash for illiterate
From to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts mad booty
'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean

when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
sayin' shit it just smells
Here's some Southside love like Shamelle's

My syndicate is tight, quite right for times
Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black
All mine, fine to dine rhymes
For projects, keepin' it naughty like Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Right)
The niggaz with or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute, modelin'
The niggaz with the skills keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask Duke, he
'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that
Hah
them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

Please, man, I done burned some of the fattest MC's
Like chromium percolinate, it's not even tangible for
To understand the holy weight, it takes to make a crowd animated
stated, hey, wait 'til we get off that label

And I waited twelve months for the perfect
(Twelve months)
To thump, somethin' loved by my community
(Thump, bump, c'mon)
I'm movin' on all you punk, bastards
Your style's depleted like muscles without acids

I blast kids mass times matter
Forever clingin' to endeavors defined, clever
Thus never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating
Creating shit never before it
I'm hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
And pupils dilated, stress is alleviated

Now it's easier plus feasible
For me to leave rap listeners and inebriated
We it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme
Even with or without the

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why don't you
How did get caught up in this ill rap game?

Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who followin'?
(Uhh)
The with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

The niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute,
Niggaz with skills always and forever a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit without materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause them got dough don't mean they got that flow
That's
Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that