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

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

couldn't stop the attack once I moved forward
Many was drawn back, was seen awkward
armed with the bow and a mad flow
Poisonous arrows on a that was set to go

Traveling at high speeds towards a
I never hit in crowded markets
Documenters catch most intimate footage
In the center they close, label it the hooded

clips of an uncut episode
They was given the safe but was left the code
Close up of those who paved the road
Invincible armor that nigga we call The Toad

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

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

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

It place on the planet in rocks
Take for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits
The enchanted, sticky green keeps my slanted
Hard coming up in the ghetto but the Sunn manage

me take advantage, get it, split it, panoramic
The notes I quote, water the great Atlantic
Never catch me frantic, swift the antics
Bitch, vanish, niggaz, they run rapid

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

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

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

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

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

another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, blazing
Cops on the beat, stop the money flow of the
My is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat

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

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

Come on, this is hip hop, on, come, come on
This is hip hop, on, come, come, come on
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