[Intro]
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Woo! haha, uh
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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I know my streets, I know my sounds
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Y'all know my beats, how I get down
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I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
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Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin a couple MC's
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Beat-boxin, the crowd in the lunch room (yeah)
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Me and Prem', both names go together
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Like they ain't supposed to be seperate, like "D" in the D
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I said it before, I rep in records beats
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At the headquarters, rest in peace
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Nigga I'ma hold shotty, and knock you out
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And I ain't gotta know Karate like Afu-ra
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It's - HIP HOP!, strong or not
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This is rap basketball, stats all you got
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Long as you hot, and your flow could hold up
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To knowin all of your short goals is long shots!
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Ninety percent of you niggaz ain't hard
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Here +Just to Get a Rep+, you not +Gangstarrs+
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The finest flow will amaze, rap without me
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Minus The Source, minus the Quotable page
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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HIP HOP! is everything around you
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[scratched] - "No competition"
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Back to the voice, of today
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[scratched] - "It's real in the field"
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What's realer than - HIP HOP! (yeah)
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I know my streets, I know my sounds
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Y'all know my beats, how I get down
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I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
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Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
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[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Rythmic, league c'mon wit it, I'm long winded
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I will diss you, from long distances
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You will not get the chance, like Choppa
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Ness and Dylan, to dis-respect, who you don't listen to
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Egg in the skillet brain, nigga, diss is you
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Smarten up, every person in the earth, be harden up
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But the only target is us
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It's - HIP HOP! cars and trucks
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I be dreamin about shit, like havin a hard time swingin
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On a nigga, or squeezin a trigger or fallin
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If I land, I won't wake up (yeah)
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My six shot model, ya crew
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I'm leavin ya mommy faces blue, just like a Hypnotic bottle
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They feel you the realer, you spit
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This killer shit is hearin us
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Healin you if you ill or you sick mentally
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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It's - HIP HOP! is everything around you
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[scratched] - "Gotta be something for me to write this"
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Back to the voice, of today
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[scratched] - "No talent rappers"
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What's realer than - HIP HOP!
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I know my streets, I know my sounds
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Y'all know my beats, how I get down
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I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
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Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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More venom, 5'9 is like a G5
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Illest lyrics is stored in him
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Chorus is killin, any warrior feelin
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That I ain't God - Lord willin
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Trust me, after I crush ya buildin
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You will just hush, you won't restore the village
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We look toward wit killin, real
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Though this album is mor-bidly feelin to steel
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HIP HOP! - FUCK your feelin's
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More rappers dying, much more killin
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It's no feelin, realer than gamblin ya life
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Everyday, and wakin up to more dealin's
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Fourteen killin's, compared to offshore millions
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Equals, I got a lot more villians
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You know that you easily lose, you be on MTV News
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For the first time, because you died over
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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HIP HOP! is everything around you
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[scratched] - "Come alive y'all"
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Back to the voice, of today
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[scratched] - "It's all in the game"
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What's realer than - HIP HOP!
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I know my streets, I know my sounds
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Y'all know my beats, how I get down
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I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
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Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
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Hip Hop
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Royce Da 5'9" |