K-POP Lyrics Song

NasHip Hop Is Dead

Hip hop
Hip hop
Is dead
Had to flip this
track again y'all
Is dead
Hip hip hop
Hip hip hop
NYC Dirty South
West Coast
Midwest
Let's go
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead
Yeah people smoke chill party
and die in the same corner
Get cash live fast
body their man's mama
Quick fast trigger fingers
on the llama
Revenge in their eyes
Hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise
with villain state of minds
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Whenever if ever I roll up
it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya'
Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced
promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and billin'
I helped blow 'em up
Gave my man my right
I could have went left
So like my girl Foxy
the kid went Def deaf
So people who's your top ten
Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead
she's dead
The bigger the cap
the bigger the peelin'
Come through something ill
missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps
Stickups and killings
Kidnappings
project buildings
drug dealings
Criticize that why is that
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to
legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on
nasty chickens
Most intellectuals
will only half listen
So you can't
blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern
with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they like me
in my white tee
You can't ice me
we here for life B
On my second marriage
hip hop's my first wifey
And for that
we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die
we die together
Bodies in the morgue
lie together
All together now
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead she's dead

Everybody sound the same
commercialize the game
Reminiscin'
when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here
for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man
then a mobster
If it dies
let me get
my last swig of Vodka
R I P we'll donate
your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From Beat Street to
commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials
to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty people
from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the
doors are closed shut
Hip hop
Hip hop
Is dead
Had to flip this
track again y'all
Is dead
Hip hip hop
Hip hip hop
NYC Dirty South
West Coast
Midwest
Let's go
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead
Yeah people smoke chill party
and die in the same corner
Get cash live fast
body their man's mama
Quick fast trigger fingers
on the llama
Revenge in their eyes
Hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise
with villain state of minds
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Grindin' hittin' Brazilian
dimes from behind
Whenever if ever I roll up
it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya'
Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced
promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and billin'
I helped blow 'em up
Gave my man my right
I could have went left
So like my girl Foxy
the kid went Def deaf
So people who's your top ten
Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead
she's dead
The bigger the cap
the bigger the peelin'
Come through something ill
missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps
Stickups and killings
Kidnappings
project buildings
drug dealings
Criticize that why is that
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to
legitimized crap
'Cuz we love to talk on
nasty chickens
Most intellectuals
will only half listen
So you can't
blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern
with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they like me
in my white tee
You can't ice me
we here for life B
On my second marriage
hip hop's my first wifey
And for that
we not takin' it lightly
If hip hop should die
we die together
Bodies in the morgue
lie together
All together now
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll put an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die
before I wake
I'll load an extended
clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Roll to every station
wreck the DJ
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead she's dead

Everybody sound the same
commercialize the game
Reminiscin'
when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here
for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man
then a mobster
If it dies
let me get
my last swig of Vodka
R I P we'll donate
your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From Beat Street to
commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials
to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty people
from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the
doors are closed shut

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