Hip, hip hop
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Yeah, people smoke, chill, party, and die in the same corner
Criticize that, why is that?
Hip hop
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
(Midwest)
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Went from turntables to MP3's
If hip hop should die before I wake
If hip hop should die before I wake
(NYC, Dirty South)
And she's dead, she's dead
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Hip, hip hop
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(Had to flip this track again, y'all)
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Is dead
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
And they came to show love
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
If hip hop should die before I wake
Hip hop just died this mornin'
If hip hop should die before I wake
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
Hip, hip hop
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
If hip hop should die, we die together
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
(West Coast)
Hip, hip hop
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Bodies in the morgue lie together
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Hip hop
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
All together now!
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up
Quick fast, trigger fingers, on the llama
Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Most intellectuals will only half listen
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
And she's dead, she's dead
(Let's go)
From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's
It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
'Cuz Nas' rap is compared to legitimized crap
If hip hop should die before I wake
And for that, we not takin' it lightly
From gold cables to Jacobs
Is dead
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
Is dead
So people, who's the top ten?
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
So like my girl Foxy, the kid went Def
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
It forgot where it started
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka
If hip hop should die before I wake
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
And she's dead, she's dead
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Gave my man my right, I could have went left
You can't ice me, we here for life, B
Hip hop just died this mornin'
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and killings
Hip-hopper since a toddler
