For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die
Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
Not who we are or how we grow
Drop them raps or cock them gats
Hip hop means teaching the young
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)
Whether ridin' on the bus or you stole a Jag
For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die
When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
'Cuz my pants that's tend to sag
Uhh, uhh, uhh, one thing 'bout music, when it's real, they get scared
'Cause these fake, fake records just keep on playin'
All my niggas, put your guns in the air if you really don't care
Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin' remains the same
Revolutionary love till the day we pass
Ain't never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
Will they play it on the radio?
C'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
With the football, b-ball or if you slangin' that dope
Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
What I been through, not just for no dough
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho
If it ain't really real then I probably won't
What you sayin', huh, DP bringin' the funk
Aint no food, clothes or healthcare
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me
Shit is real out here, don't believe these videos
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
Even though the rent due
Hip hop means sayin' what I want, never bite my tongue
Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than bling, bling
What the hell a brother gon' do though, huh
'Stead of stackin' chips, finna pack them clips
If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then you hearin' what I'm sayin'
Why, I gotta feel pain to get rich
Really though, DP'z gon' let you know
I'm down for guerilla warfare
For my brother locked up in the jump for a year
This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
What I'm into ain't for no dough
Hip what, hop what, hip what, hop, c'mon
I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If you really wanna eat, you gotta hear the same thing
Maybe not, maybe so we gon' keep it pumpin' though
Ain't never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)
(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhh
Uhh, hip what, hop what, hip what, hop what
And it's all 'bout who you know
It's just a game of pimps and hoes
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Ay dogg, that label is that slave ship
