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