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

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

They couldn't stop the attack I moved forward
was drawn back, assault was seen 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 never hit bystanders in markets
catch this most intimate footage
In the center they come close, label it the

clips of an uncut episode
They was given the safe but never was the code
up of those who have paved the road
Invincible like that nigga we call The Toad

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

Havoc on the block, from the ratchet, sizzle pop
Slugs spinning outta control, drop
You know the in the hood, fuck the cops
Certified on the clock, them ducks metal glocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

You niggaz got killed for sheik coats and big ropes
Legendary students that sold
Some blocks that's hot from shots popped back in '88
The black gate where son lay, made the paper

Just caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, heat
Cops on the beat, stop the 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 you'll get
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came the streets

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 that came the streets

Come on, this is hip hop, come on, come, on
This is hip hop, come on, come, come, on
This is hip hop, come on, come, on
This is hip hop, come on, come, come, come, on
is hip hop