'll teach you, I beat you on every plain Ain't no other way to beat you, I beat you with pain Shred you into pieces using the tiger claw A cold nigga
Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed That's right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill All up in your dome piece (Outro: PMD) ...
't wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up (?) rough piece of shit, you done weak
got ambulances pullin' me over and shit You're on fire Ya need to stop drop and roll 'cause when you say the shit To give the whole hip hop shop the
't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin' I'm just tryin to knock
let another chick bring me down In a relationship, save it bitch Babysit, you make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip
[intro:] as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium. chorus: all round and round! from the first
yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours and the phat fly sneakers and the camouflage To the hip
Hammer and hip-hop goin' straight up to your dome Keepin' your own words shinin' just like chrome, so what? If y'all want something over here, then come get a piece
Stuy, it's the Bush, dem niggaz again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest slot Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll
Verse 1 (Cutty Mack): I fell in love with hip hop... I wanna rap cousin, That's when he gave me a brick, Told me rap something, Crack something, Act
is huge, we do dishes wit dudes Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers Put the piece
Royce Da 5'9) Classified, you're lookin familiar (Classified) They call this Hip hop (Royce Da 5'9) Real recognize real Yea My pradas and guccis Got
me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet Fuck lookin for me, I'm on your property if it's beef Not for robbery of ya piece, it's lobomomy
deranged lunatic (right) Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work" So I said "Lend
gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist, yeah I gotta hip hop chick her favorite rappers Pac and Big, I gotta hip hop chick
Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip hop, baby Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri I just want to celebrate Like my squad won the Super Bowl I just want
like a great hobby right there, playing chess The board, the pieces, the squares, the movement You know, war, capturing, thinking, strategy Planning, music, it's hip