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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
With the that came from the streets

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

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

Traveling at high speeds towards a
I hit bystanders in crowded markets
Documenters catch this most 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 the road
Invincible like that nigga we call The Toad

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came 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, flatbush, yardmen strapped with the vest
No pussy test the God, the grounds is well
Illegal desert eagle, 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 blocks that's still hot shots popped back in '88
The gate where son lay, never made the paper

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

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

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 Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came from the

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