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

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

They couldn't stop the attack once I moved
Many was drawn back, assault was seen
Only armed with the bow and a mad
Poisonous on a mark that was set to go

Traveling at high speeds a target
I never hit bystanders in markets
Documenters catch this most intimate
In the center they close, label it the hooded

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

is hip hop, MC's 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

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

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

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

Watch me advantage, get it, split it, panoramic
The notes I quote, like the great Atlantic
Never catch me frantic, 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 is made
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 Timberlands and
With the that came 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 'round
men, blending in with the surrounding

'Nuff gunmen, flatbush, yardmen strapped with the vest
No pussy test the God, the grounds is 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
Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped in '88
The black where son lay, never made the paper

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

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

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

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