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Fake-fake records-records..

Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, uh, 1-2
All my dogs..

CHORUS:
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip,
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

[M1]
Uh, one thing 'bout music:
When it hit, you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that, two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back to beats,
It don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They just like me and you,
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again, the real world,
It's bigger than all these fake-ass records
When po' folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected
If you "Check 1-2",
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do,
If that don't work, then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter,
Flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter,
Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
But then if you a "liar liar, pants on fire"
Wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it

CHORUS

[stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga, don't think these record deals
Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills,
Because they not
MCs get a little bit of love
And think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
All y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug R&B-rap scenario,
All day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line
And signed,
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate
I just stay awake
This's real hip hop, and it don't stop,
Till we get the po-po off the block
They call it..

CHORUS

D.P.'s got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blaze this shit (5x)

They call it, call it, call it..
Fake, fake, fake records..

Přidal: dne 23. 04. 2005 v 01:15.
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