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One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up
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By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
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Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts
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But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up
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So I go to the door there's a note it says:
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"We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat,
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Do the right thing and we might let him go,
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But if you call the police, that's all she wrote
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You know what the motive is, it's all about dough
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And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."
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I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down
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But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background
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With fake alligator boots on
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And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on
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I immediately called Primo
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I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double
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Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest
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Meet me and D & D in an half an hour
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And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."
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Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy
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If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy
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We'll see if Puff knows whassup
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Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up
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We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
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So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down
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"Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:
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"Suge came and took him from Puff last night,
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He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
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So we went to L.A. later that evenin'
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When we got there, everything was aaight
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And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.
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ONE DAY...
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One Day
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| Jeru the Damaja |
