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

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

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

Traveling at high speeds a target
I never hit bystanders in crowded
Documenters this most intimate footage
In the they come close, label it the hooded

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

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

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

It takes on the planet in rocks
nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits
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 great
Never catch me frantic, swift with the
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
What's done is done, son, the is made
Stay sharp switchblades, continue to get paid

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

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

'Nuff gunmen, 'nuff flatbush, yardmen strapped 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 for sheik coats and big ropes
Legendary students that coke
blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88
The gate where son lay, never made the paper

Just another pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, 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, you'll front and get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And and hoodies
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 and hoodies
With the rhythm that came the streets

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