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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

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

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

Traveling at speeds towards a target
I never hit in crowded markets
Documenters catch this intimate footage
In the they come close, label it the hooded

Remarkable clips of an episode
They was given the safe but never was left the
Close up of those who have the road
Invincible armor like that nigga we The Toad

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

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

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

It takes on the planet in rocks
Take nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and
The enchanted, sticky green keeps my eyes
Hard times coming up in the ghetto but the manage

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

Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun
Breaded from the slums of each one and one
done is done, son, the game is made
Stay sharp like switchblades, to get paid

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

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

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

You heard niggaz got killed for coats and big ropes
Legendary students sold coke
blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88
The black gate where son lay, never the paper

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

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

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

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