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

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

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

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

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

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

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 that came from the streets

on the block, shots from the ratchet, sizzle pop
Slugs spinning outta control, drop
You know the saying in the hood, fuck the
Certified on the clock, ducks with metal glocks

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

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

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 game is
Stay like switchblades, continue to get paid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is hip hop, come on, come, come, on
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