* "Hip-Hop" remix
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[radio tuning]
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It's still bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip
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It's bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
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[Verse 1]
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Uhh, uhh, uhh
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One thing 'bout music when it's real they get scared
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Got us slavin for the welfare
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Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare
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I'm down for guerilla warfare
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All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don't care
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Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
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for my brother locked up in the jump for a year
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Shit is real out here don't believe these videos
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This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio
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Really though, DP'z gon' let you know
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It's just a game of pimps and hoes
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And it's all 'bout who you know
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Not who we are, or how we grow
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I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
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What I been through, not just for no dough
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Even though the rent due, what I'm into aint for no dough
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Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin remains the same
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Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than "Bling Bling"
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HOOK:
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If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't
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If it aint really real then I probably won't
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Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
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For this real hip hop y'all I'm ready to die
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Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what
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Hop c'mon, c'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
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For this real hip hop y'all I'm ready to die
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[Verse 2]
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Hip hop means sayin what I want never bite my tongue
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Hip hop means teaching the young
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If you feelin what I'm feelin then you hearin what I'm sayin
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cause these fake fake records just keep on playin
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What you sayin huh DP bringin the funk
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Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhhh!
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Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me cuz my pants that's tend to sag
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Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
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Whether ridin on the bus or you stole a jag
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M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
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Revolutionary love til the day we pass
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Will they play it on the radio
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Maybe not, maybe so we gon keep it pumpin though
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Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho
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[Verse 3]
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Ay dogg that label is that slave ship
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Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
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If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing
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With the football, b-ball, or if you slangin that dope
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Aint never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin my folk
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What the hell a brother gon do though, huh
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When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
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Drop them raps or cock them gats
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Aint never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
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Why I gotta feel pain to get rich
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'Stead of stackin chips, finna pack them clips
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HOOK 2X
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(Ride to this if you miss Tupac, bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)
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We keep it crunkah
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It's Bigger Than Hip-Hop
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| Dead Prez |
