Hip Hop Iz feat. Teeko

歌詞

(Equipto) Check, Check, Check Check it out, hip hop iz, all about biz They tell you, but know that its all for the kids Or deep down, it's all for the folks you miss So you thinkin about it next time you poppin' a thizz Criticize me for the way that I live, give a fuck Cuz you turned to burn the bridge You gave birth to a prince ever since you left me Alone in the game on my own to MC I'm runnin em' down, its something like a hunted child A hundred thou to flip, if you underground It gets deeper, the reefer rolled, control mics But hey, the speakers blown I gotta go, no time to play me Gimme the blunt I hit hard like safetys Face defeat, to me man I'm in the place to be Do it live while Nick Peace remake the beat, like (Chorus) (scratched) Hip hop This is hip hop (hip hop) This is hip hop (hip hop) Hip hop is now in performance Hip hop (this is hip hop) Hip hop is now in performance (Equipto) Check, hip hop iz a gigantic market Control your fan base and know who to target Doin it worldwide but I ain't no star yet I'm in the record store still tryin to bargain Played the game starving, but pay my rhyme (pay my rhyme) Buy the CD's I don't fuck with consignment To all of you rap cats that's tryin to get major Get ya paper pray, for a savior Keep networkin, and contact your lawyer Live your life like a warrior Go back down man, you still got a question to answer It's the industry and everythings gangsta The gun smoking, they cutthroatin They gone, choke bud and get no promotion It's cold, catch emotion like hoes on periods Experience the game and you take it serious This is hip hop (Chorus) (Scratched) (Equipto) Hip hop iz, multiple tricks Pay a grip jus to get they ass all in the mix Get frisked at the door, when we takin a risk Shoot a swish, insist that I eat some Peruvian fish Which is my favorite dish And without no drama I blow the swish Boy I ball up my fists and I feel the 'drenaline I, never forget like a elephant Still will drop the raw elements Reppin' the west coast Hit the club, fake love, fuck a dress code Ignore the groupie hoes, cut the movie roles That wasn't me I was probably in the studio Somethin like a scientist, watch me strategize My +midnight machine gun rhymes and alibis+ Treat it like nothing and continue to diss But I be doin what I really feel hip hop iz That's this (Chorus) (Scratched) Stanky ass rappers make me sick!