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It's still bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uhh, uhh, uhh, one thing 'bout music, when it's real, they get scared
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes or healthcare
I'm down for guerilla warfare

All my niggas, put your guns in the air if you really don't care
Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
For my brother locked up in the jump for a year
Shit is real out here, don't believe these videos
This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio

Really though, DP'z gon' let you know
It's just a game of pimps and hoes
And it's all 'bout who you know
Not who we are or how we grow
I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
What I been through, not just for no dough

Even though the rent due
What I'm into ain't for no dough
Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin' remains the same
Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than bling, bling

If I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't
If it ain't really real then I probably won't
Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die

Uhh, hip what, hop what, hip what, hop what
Hip what, hop what, hip what, hop, c'mon
C'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to die

Hip hop means sayin' what I want, never bite my tongue
Hip hop means teaching the young
If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then you hearin' what I'm sayin'
'Cause these fake, fake records just keep on playin'

What you sayin', huh, DP bringin' the funk
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhh
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me
'Cuz my pants that's tend to sag
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
Whether ridin' on the bus or you stole a Jag

M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Revolutionary love till the day we pass
Will they play it on the radio?
Maybe not, maybe so we gon' keep it pumpin' though
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho

Ay dogg, that label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
If you really wanna eat, you gotta hear the same thing
With the football, b-ball or if you slangin' that dope
Ain't never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk

What the hell a brother gon' do though, huh
When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
Drop them raps or cock them gats
Ain't never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
Why, I gotta feel pain to get rich
'Stead of stackin' chips, finna pack them clips

(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)
(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)
(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
We keep it crunkah