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This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
the rhythm that came from the streets

I was a young one at the but started mic trippin'
Had rhythm like Ali he was rope skipping
I got when I heard the break beat
I used to it on niggaz on 4th and Main Street

They stop the attack once I moved forward
Many was drawn back, assault was awkward
Only with the bow and a mad flow
Poisonous on a mark that was set to go

Traveling at high speeds towards a
I never hit bystanders in crowded
catch this most intimate footage
In the center they come close, it the hooded

Remarkable of an uncut episode
was given the safe but never was left the code
Close up of those who have paved the
Invincible like that nigga we call The Toad

is hip hop, MC's get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came from the

This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
You're to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that from the streets

Havoc on the block, from the ratchet, sizzle pop
Slugs outta control, body's drop
You the saying in the hood, fuck the cops
Certified on the clock, them ducks metal glocks

It place on the planet in rocks
Take nothing for granted, raised by thieves and bandits
The enchanted, sticky green keeps my slanted
Hard times coming up in the ghetto but the Sunn

Watch me take advantage, get it, it, panoramic
The notes I quote, water the great Atlantic
catch me frantic, swift with the antics
Bitch, vanish, niggaz, they run rapid

Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun
from the slums of each one and teach one
What's is done, son, the game is made
Stay sharp switchblades, continue to get paid

This is hip hop, get busy
not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out
And and hoodies
With the rhythm came from the streets

You a muthafuckin' hit when it split ya wig back
gatling, strapping a .38 revolver
It's down, wait for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round
Ninja men, blending in the surrounding

'Nuff gunmen, 'nuff flatbush, strapped with the vest
No pussy test the God, the is well held
Illegal desert eagle, dog
for the body that's lost, of course it's BK

You niggaz got killed for sheik coats and big ropes
students that sold coke
Some that's still hot from shots popped back in '88
The black gate where son lay, made the paper

Just another caper pulled by a killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, are Fahrenheit, heat blazing
on the beat, stop the money flow of the street
My dough is whole wheat, the fam eat

This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
You're to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
With the that came from the streets

This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
With the rhythm that came the streets

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