Yall killed Hip-Hop, Why, why you kill Hip-Hop What, yea yall killed Hip-Hop, But, but I'm still Hip-Hop, Uhh, Hip-Hops dead, What, Hip-Hops dead, Nah, no not yet, Word, yea Hip-Hop lives. Yall stupid mothafuckas, why you do that, Why you shooting at the Hip-Hop music, Don't you know a mothafucka might shoot back, You don't wanna see these teeth while I chew tracks, Tupacs, back in action, Two gats, packed and packing, Who's that, back there laughing, Semi-automatic ratchet blasting at em, I aint hearing lyricism when I hear em spitting, I'm hearing queers and bitches spitting bout some gear and riches, And fear just isn't in him, its lyric spirit, That's within him, and is whispering in-to, his ear and sinning, And he's winning, battling my conscious, Got beef, bring ya cattle to my concerts, Wanna chief, I paddle Pocahontas, See who live, yea, that'll be the contest. | From: capeesh06 Views: 4 1 ratings | |
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